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The Watcher from the shore

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I have opened my veins.
Just the same. . .
As the next forest path opens

Blood flows to the swamp
Like thoughts
Which will kill me
Definitely!

Every day when I die
Every moment when I hate
A second which draws another wrinkle on my face
Exhaustion...
Repulsion...

I have opened my veins...like an ocean opens its vast dimensions
Before the eyes of the watcher on the shore

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