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You want to be a bringer
You want to bring something
You want to bring it to the people
No, you change your solemn mind
You want to bring it to the animals

This is a wise, a tactical swerve

Nothing may be brought to the brightness of people
That is the miracle of death
You can bring things to the animal
And you can bring things to the animal inside the people
They can eat and absorb things

If they are interested, they will chew

But the person itself
It is an impermeable membrane

It’s a different kind of will

It’s like a mouth of rust eating and talking at the same time

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