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the sky has eyes
grey undulating sea
when I rise
to the blink

sheaf of papers
make noise
I do not find words

since sky
in this moment
I have to be
vine on a tree

looking down
there is nothing
not even
shadow of stars

this perfume
I can only envisage
before the wind scatters
from where I stood


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