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|2||hit soft like a featherload of bricks
|3||formed of clay, fire, soot and bone.
|4||The gängeldorf scours the wreckage for plants and brains and things.
|5||"What if those heavy things cracked their little brittle bones to the marrow?"
|6||Turns out, hope takes diet pills.
|7||The red phone is ringing,
|8||you sleuth you;
|9||the deep is anywhere but here.
|10||In the next place, cement will float like trees.