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Frida Adriana Martins er á einhverfurófinu og hér lýsir hún líðan sinni í ljóði.
Do I really need to tell you
I live in a shell deep down in the sea
And you cannot break it open
My inside is just sorrily composed
Of the finest glass-cutting diamond
North of all the warmth you*re used to
Do never try to get me out the normal way
Speak to me as if from other worlds
Help me understand the way your personal planet turns
Engrave your thoughts into my photographic mind but
Let me disappear again whenever
Light needs me to make more mother of the pearl