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All
that’s alive is defeated
the memory
as do the reindeer’s
fallen antlers
sinks into the snow
and
into the ear of those who are
asleep down
which the abyss
is
trickling a clock is ticking
behind
the forehead as at the bottom
of the
ocean. Someone had the idea
to pray
for me. His footsteps are heard
on the
rooftop. Under the convoluted
rays
melted away pain, worry, bitter thought
the distances are fading away gradually.
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