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The stubborn earth sways
in the lubricious constellation
like a whore self-righting doll ‒
under my window play two cats ‒
what horrible nostalgia as if there
comes another world, another cup
and you don’t even know where
you want to get to. I love you,
I couldn’t say anything else,
my beloved, you are big and deep.
The earth swings, wants your forehead.
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