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Inside a cramped narrow hole The two of us show each other our dreams We can't be in that world Neither can we be in this world Dear God-the god of children We are covered in scratches in the Sandbox where you amused yourself We dance We spin around Our dance is a queer one Our eyes are shaky All sounds are a mere jumble Our legs are also shaky. An illusion a mere jumble The sun the moon the sky and God-all Bringing forth this life of hole-dwelling We can't escape We won't escape so close your eyes Into the vortex of this life of hole-dwelling lora:Glassworld_XL_V1:1 glassworld:1.5