There is lambs wool under my naked feetThe wool is soft and warmGives off some kind of heatA salamander scurries into flame to be destroyedImaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloidThe fleas cling to the golden fleeceHoping they'll find peaceEach thought and gesture are caught in…
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