There was one who was different. There was always, there was now. There was man that had nothing to do, there was one who did not seem real. There was a wave against the other, there was a wave in the distant roar of the gray sea, there was a wave that did not want to get to shore, and fuck all the others that are going to die happy melting in the icy sin sand.
There was one who was different, and who felt different all the others.
There were those who did not understand, there were those who wanted only to breathe, there were those who believed it was right, there were those who prayed to the sun, cursing the moon, there were those who swore that the sun and the moon, but he did it by covering with curses covering the silence with silence and prayers. There was one who was different.
And there were those who said they saw something different. There was something profoundly different from anything else. At one time, there was all this. At one time, there were those who were different.
is different from what no one has yet understood. Perhaps only
different from what is unknown sins of frozen sand.
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