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The chopped glass of my broken eyes will be called a tear, and a mess of vessels - me. Open mouth, crucified air - all so as not to breathe.

And if the tongue was faithful to me, he would have stayed with his teeth. And if the navigator kept the helm, we would have survived a storm. Survived.

Open mouth, crucified air - all so as not to breathe.

And if the sea opened, the ships swallowed with bubbles. And if the navigator kept the helm, we would have survived a storm. Survived.