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In synthetic air, there is a danger of getting sick with synthetic thoughts. And there is a thin line between real and false reality. And if you can see it well, you don't have to use anything anymore. But once and for all, having let go of this mirage, you have to learn to live in a different state. These texts "row". Especially if you read them in one go. The texts "row". If you read them on an empty stomach. Toxic and painful. Hallucinogenic and sacred. And sometimes simply unthinkable (why so?!). These are the new poems by Khrystia Venhryniuk.