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He told me about Earth: I'm missing the sky mainly
He couldn't peel an orange: 
so I began it for him with my mouth: but
he didn't eat - his mouth leaned him to me
It's burning
Since then: his sight sways my hips
It rippling me
I feel my middle
The waves from place: where they have ovulation
The plants don't need me already
Why does it burning?
The baptism of new atmosphere will be tomorrow
People will blow into dandelions:  
and into open hand: where they laid their lips before 
I'll throw a trush skywards:

I left little present for you outside: in front of the window
Wait while the leaves fall








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