Straight the place and the rain that ruminates
Straight waves shaking and red halos
whispering in the rain that balks return
Envy sinkholes boredom of the days of wine
And if we no longer understand And if
must understand
And if there's nothing to think just go and die like an old dog with his sentence
Straight town in the silences and the useless yet
Straight walking and breath that s' And back lengthens
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