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When I went to the
garden where they cut
off my hands, I first found
a treasure that was in the
form of a book. The words were
strong and green and went deep
in the ground. They spoke about humans
and the way in which to talk with gold
and change it into number form and diarrhea
to get it to grow brighter and
deepen the skin. I had no use
for talking any more.

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