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So I'm waiting:
stay motionless - I'm really good at that:
Mastern reminded me of mother
- mild unfragrance of silicone oil -
rather some translucent feeling in nose
and lemon detergent - which I didn't feel with my senses:
I just remembered two memories: just next to each other
and that headline -
"Mowgli was raised by maintenance robots."

When I left the atmosphere:
narrowly before the boat -  the lightning hit -
I thought I see the infinity's yolk for a moment:
It was a sign:
Mastern was
so sarcastically beautiful -
like a dense cluster of galaxies:
or a large nebula colored by a sweet fermenting wine:
somehow: thankfully:  it came back to the beginning 
- I know it - according to her beauty:
that: everything will be all right again











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