***
The
fragrance of God
walks through
the spring
torn
away was the look
outside
the night, the fever
in the
moon calmed down
there
was a demon in the blood
the
skinning of the spirit was done
with
the knife of the loneliness,
there
was a bloodstained voice
of
mourning in the mouth
I took
to the waters.
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