blows blood of some unknown man in the few remaining
lanterns glow moments
looming after the flaming foliage of the obsessions
as ephemeral as drops
the cinzano of solitude -
At that time I raised an incident in old-looking
that pales then
to camouflage of abstraction;
girl, nobody knows your
gray eyes still mean, with all
the dream I had
your triest evacuated again.
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