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"I drew on the other side of the moon, in a crevice sweating with honey, the sun; keep it up to my mouth, with hands clasping my chest, yearning to slide inside a teardrop on the ground, as soft as cotton wool."
"I drew on the other side of the moon, in a crevice sweating with honey, the sun; keep it up to my mouth, with hands clasping my chest, yearning to slide inside a teardrop on the ground, as soft as cotton wool."