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MY SOUL CALLING .
Fish I am, miss the spot.
Breath me in, or breath me not.
I became from water.
Die I while I am dry.
I begin to cry,
or not.
Sing I song the earth forgot,
I fly.

HAPPY AND DROWNED
Deep deep in cold river
lie down a worm, and a fly.
They’re waiting for massive fever,
that will force little girl to die.
On Wednesday there will be a funeral, and dozen to hundred foxes
will come. Out of the boxes, they will have been carrying, will jump
an idea to turn off the sky. High they will fly for goodbye.