The sea was far, its tremendous lips still kissing the sand
Endless chill, full pleasure
Call the moon, it might cry tears of salt
The granit castle shook its feathers
Dust and glitter
Much fun: velvet and fake leather
Peaceful breath - the warmth of death
How many lines in a face, what type of colour?
The effets of the drug never came to an end
Ten years, ten days - the awful measure
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