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<lora:carpetex0-000066> carpetex0, Incandescent,Phosphorescent you've got to look the potato of injustice right in the eye,The shouting and the crying,Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours,Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel,let the new day hide, Minimalist, Like clothes she's ready to,You would live in ink,,curve, watch Niah swiftlets loop boldly,,At great distance, a frigate-bird taps,,whispering between stations. ,