The man, whose tortures would be bit by bit
to bring him down to make a sip
from dusty shallow water in the deep
of sorrow moan and hunger sweep...
and by this driven smoky lines
he'll make those designating signs
to make her see
the vision of his life sea
they'll make their steps
and make their beds
and move along together
beneath the road of fever...
17.07.2015
Sip
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