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AT THE MERCY OF SLEEP
.
Burning sea
And all the coasts are ice
.
Turned off is the delirious fire
The reported name
And dreams
With torments of the day.
.
Burning sea
Canoe in a virtual representation
Behind his chest
Your mind is a terrible heart
.
His love is for the day
As a tiger in the street
With eyes of fire and damp
.
All costs are the ice
His head is the same ice
His love is fascinating and lucid
One more step and the love
Would be changed
In a terrible memory
Even pride in an oblivion
Which is what you hear
.
In full fire
Is a human being
A human gull
With its front intact
In mid air
Like a human being
.
Chili
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