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Trim my hoofs

Trim my hoofs!

I am thirsty for experience.

The glass man

on the glass river says

If only I could get down it alone —But you are getting down it alone…

Thirsty! I drink

from my own well

the red and blue fire

around my head

this minute

vanishing I

befriended with it