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the sun has gone
the moon too
I will go
The fire and the breeze painting a sunset
The ground in ashes dreaming is green again
When you breathe
Razors I feel coming in
on exhalation
they bury themselves mercilessly
A new river has crossed my skin
My cheeks direct their credit
Cuts through rocks without using a chisel
The roads were made by thirst -Alhan