I was carried on the ridges, on the slope of eternity,
The water is cold, the soap is bad, the ice is on the marble,
Did they build the bed in the dark,
I'm covered.
Bugs are my roommate,
In between those evil snakes,
The air I taste without breathing,
It's smelly.
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