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Couch-dweller, he hides in secret.
The last pair of eyes under the hall closet.
Can you balance? Can you show me yourself?
A mission to the junkyard
(Just trash stretched across industrialized land).
For the first time,
I've found something I've been searching for.
Anything.
His body, a bone casket.
Can you keep me company, Keba?
Because I can't sleep with knives anymore.

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