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White cross.

Wilderness between two staves,

and between the iron locks hangig around.

A sparkling web in the evening sun,

over the troubled water of the mountain streams.

Uuuu! Simon is calling.

We're going to the bar.

Upon a perfect, disgusting dream,

a numinous view from the bridge.

Uuuu, Simon is calling, lallallallaaaaa...

We're going to the bar.

Upon a perfect, disgusting dream...


©Maryem, M.W.


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