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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-07-15 | | The sun dies in a violet sigh, his last breath poured onto the sleepy sea, as we take a swim in the sunbaked waves, the great blue Neptun sweeps over us, breaks all tension with one soft blow, tears open the crust of anger and hate to flush out our hearts until they are crystal pure and hangs them to dry in the moonâs early light White foam, cool and fresh like a thousand velvet hands excites the skin, empties the mind and senseless, laughing at each playful paw teasing, we scream with the rolling thunder, drown in its salty voice around and inside us nothing but the endless sea Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007
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