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I wanted my cry to follow you:
“Come back. Be a part of my soul!!!”
But women have no past: it’s true.
If we cease to love – that is all…
What of it? Setting fire in fire-place,
Getting no drunk I would drink.
I would watch little sparks in starry Space,
Dream of Dog whose nose is pink…
sometimes less painful to dream of a dog
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