Skies are open and infinite
Yet doomed are doomed
Prophets fish in waters
So are unlucky magicians
Green walls perish by day
When grey grasses flourish
Fertile skins are porous
And they swell like anything
None has seen a cat with nine lives
Yet that animal lives on
None want to eat that either
Bloody grains are yielding soldiers
Private faces, pity nails
A wild wild horse
Wed to an open clamp
No beast, never cease to exist
Improbable verbs
What lies beneath the ugliness?
A full half of wounds
And other half of ugliness
Fighting each other
Holes in your skulll
Are not by mistake
Take it for sure
Else break it for better
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