There is more than what the wind does not drag.
charged to the course
dreams of old
cicadas and, behind them, you also
disappeared into the night as smoke and breathed
your shadow.
Others stayed.
With cold in the back,
colonized bones, no mutation
we rely on the absurd. And the horizon
continued tacking his sadness over our islands forever
isolated. I wanted to sneak
no arrival times Tong loom
or distress,
but in vain.
We were doomed to drag with the limitsis
to swallow tears and to continue the war
dust.
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