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About Your name, breathing already

On incense on charred walls

Drill holes in silence

At distant dreams of hungry sirens…

And freeze… And the night falls,

What has risen above the ground on cubit,

Giving all sleepless to get wet…

Part of speech is Autumn. The rain in the Universe…

08.09.07