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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-11-12 | | With a clean tong I lick the sap from my eyes like a mucous child I refuse the lie that passes like the sucking of the wind that clears the memory of the leaves that a woe summer long gave shade against the much to clear sunlight of reality With slow thoughts I slide through the old corridors while windows flash in the wall where, as I look enlighten new corridors Now there are those images I heard of when a song sang about death but now they move and when I approach I see them walking right in front of me and I look at my own backside and move my hands like those who spread away and disappear behind the walls.
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