Snail

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up up up    where the tears flow, a fresh stream of saltwater   down down down down   where your darkest days reside, the place in which you feel the end is near, a quick jerk to the left and you have reached the residence of your old friend Denial, she is kind to you, asks you to stay for a while, but you are launched to the right and   up up up
in the absence of the sun
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