Damn! A shout and a scream…
The moon lingers on the desert's oysters.
Oh, how Eternity calls forth the laughter of barren water.
A pearl and a throat in contraction…
A wet cave weeps with inquisitive nuances.
Might not this night emanate the sunset's ecstasy?
A wanderer blows bubbles of purple sorrow...
Alas! Alas!
Too soon does morning come.
This is my coffee mug.It is the only one there is.
It lives in front of liquorice allsorts.
Little can be more personal than that.
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