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LAST NIGHT
Cried the confused cuckoo Along the long corridor, the smoke is creeping into the eyes The stillness of the pink cover on the door, window, house, outside, puja and flag I touched you without words saying that I will keep a chest full of fossils of buds Like a sleeping vagina, you have spread a careless peace in this room of senseless air The tired years of dry leaves are breaking apart ...