Cracks of ray lines,
Linger through my hard shell.
My coldness sets off smoke into my crystal walls.
Lining up to my dark eyes I close them.
To measure the pressure within my walls.
Breathe is nonexistent in my darkest cave.
Porcelain and despair is all I gain...
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