it flows like the blood ,
in a creature's vein ,
taking away all the ,
suffering and pain ,
sometimes it destroy ,
everything like a big crane ,
it gives birth to ,
big and small brain ,
it falls from the sky ,
like a big chain ,
now i realize it is ,
the cloud crying the rain .
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Dept Of Pleasure
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