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An offence committed by you 
asks for the absolutes. 
I am paying the price. 

Are you going to drink the white- 
potion from the black cup? The tiger 
had taken away the child. Now we will- 

kill our god between the planets. The 
goddess reveals herself as a nude. 
The chemistry stalks. It leaves 

behind the surprise and wet eyes. 
You enter the blue city of kissing 
names. There are no square spaces - 

across the legs. Taps are dry and 
ash collectors are moving around 
to find the murderous sky.