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Already the rain stopped and it was cold
as ax.
Where there is what is poetry longs

imagine that anything is possible ...
Then the rain stopped, but I had
poetry,
had lines and memories,
hills, endless water, cold
bid
true that from the depths of dream
universe of universes.
So, today at least
if there is cold and there is poetry, there is no way
flesh, blood, no way of love
cadaveric
there
strange vacant look in my own eyes, my eyes
being, born my eyes.