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Once on Christmas: I woke up at half past four:
when all were asleep
- for the first time - like alone in the whole world:
a little scary silence:
and for the first time: I had the feeling:
that: my expectation will tear my stomach and lungs: and break the collar-bones
It was beautiful
- the most beautiful -
I don't know why it's so - the dreams are just saurian:
or: as cicadas once for seventeen years:
but:
most often: they're some sort of cicada-saurian -
like when
the day before yesterday
between the pub
and market:
I had  my own dog finally


..but:
the little crocodile from the curtain
- how gently -
powerful -
the most powerful -
it's him: who is holding the light on the bridle









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