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I watch from the window how your bloody tears glide
above the sky I taste from your wine like a hungry one to let myself carried by remembrances that I tailor like a mantle to protect me in the winter you left the rooks nearby – old temper’s comrades they take care of me during the nights when I fall in the claws of the rabid wind I keep a close watch on how you leave on how you chip in thousands of nubilous pieces that won’t come back but later after me this year the white threads appear in time burnt envelopes – omen for the news that you’ll bring as grizzled as before the streets cry and conceal from the dead colours that spread over the world the park where I catch sight of you in your entire splendour has grew blind after day the shadows haul my feet unto night *** my eye screams the pain the tears flow blue now there's silence everywhere
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