• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 02
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Dusty, dusty, he cries, it sits in my eyes
and when I look for the sea the water has gone.
There's a tumble-down hill carved grey, covered green, the ground sent ants to crawl on my skin.
And why
is it so cold when I wait for you
down the snakes and the ladders of the valley you're in.