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if there was heat, then there would be ashes

if the place were holy, it would not be empty

in the darkest darkness before dawn

more light than this tete-a-tete

in this kitchen, in this indivisible Internet

where heat is given piece by piece - with a match

where they share, there is nothing else to share with

by inertia they observe mutual inertia

boarding - at sea, here - ambivalence

here there is subordination and in the twilight there is laziness

at midnight - guests, complete secrecy

It's tolerable here. fuck the sky bird?

the beginning of death also has temptation and thirst

in the dawns there is a hint of the glow of a thunderstorm

so that one day you can come to life from living water -

you have to die one day