Dampness in the mouth
Dry burning eyes
Too bad too old too broke
Feet wouldn’t walk
The limit of the horizon asked a question
Only the sea could answer
Crawl in my mouth, fill my hand
Free me
Just at the entrance of the woods
Ashes and the passing of dears
Some smell the blood others think of those nostrils who smelt wood
A pure definition of the soul
Moist mushrooms
A lung broke, gasp of air
My heart fled
The boat of despair can go on
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| Panamarenko |
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