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Between eyes and tears 
you swim back to me on flames. 
The little candles are going to take revenge. 

Do not mean any insult to moon. 
My stars were trembling 
to reach the vanishing whole. 

The cabbage blooms with 
violets. Do you mind if I pick 
up the pomegranates? 

There was a curse against 
the temple. The god was thrown 
in the lake when tornado came. 

Take out the thorn from 
your foot. You have reached 
the graveyard of unknowns.