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Lan ↺ Patient. Suffering from a severe illness, he has been hospitalized since childhood. Guest ↺ A patient in the same room as Lan or the attending physician (it might also be interesting if they are already dead). Heaven is so far away, isn't it? What do you think, Campanella? Jokes that I can't even smile at, I pile them up only for them to collapse. The view from the hospital window Is filled with a Dazzling sparkle. As you command. Circular logic, final approval. Delusions, profit management. Rusted aesthetics, ripened sweetness. Why am I being toyed with By such dark thoughts? Do I have to suffer to be loved? "I just can't throw it all away." Jumping onto the white line, mercury lamps. Medicinal ingredients, aromatic scent. Neon lights Flashing bright red. "It makes me a little anxious." Even if it's a sacrifice, even Andromeda, I don't mind at all. The steam whistle blows. Glass windows covered in irises, concrete. A waiting room scattered with rubble, nothing is lacking. The quiet miniature garden Was rotting away with sweet ethylene. Just like Ypres. Nerve cells, severed, the end. Life-support mechanism, suspect, pathology. Touching the taboo, the psychology of taking. "Why, in a world like this?" Spilling transparent excuses. Imitating a wedding dress, Wrapped in a blue tarp. Secretly biting, swearing, Teaching you my name. Freshly dripped coffee poured out. A merry-go-round where no one is left. Hey, come pick me up and take me to heaven? I grabbed your sleeve and pulled you close In this narrow room. The reason I stroked your cheek was—