Kings and Queens and Queens and Kings, high up, they don't know, they can't know about waves lapping pointed ears and legs tangled on the sand, but it's green, it's so green, it's too green, green expanses, blue forget-me-nots, the raw sewage rumbles and flows the algae grows but I can go. Thrown into dark, into stars, into man-made metal that
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