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The melodious moon is waning
the sunk shadow of the rocks is dying,
the drama of the unbearableness
of the inability to carry on, of the agony
of the wall that is rising in front up
to the sky you can’t blow it up
but that’s fine the moon pours you
some balm drop by drop but she unexpectedly
opens the great gentleness of the eyes.
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