It was like a stream
running into the dry bed
of a lake,
like rain
pouring on plants
parched to sticks.
It was like this world's pleasure
and the way to the other,
both
walking towards me.
running into the dry bed
of a lake,
like rain
pouring on plants
parched to sticks.
It was like this world's pleasure
and the way to the other,
both
walking towards me.
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