I will come
to your room
from the ocean of a forgotten autumn
you will be asleep
on the left side of the bed
in the morning
your chest will smell salt
a cardinal will trill
dreams of me
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Liquid shoulders touched by wings of albatrosses shiver.
The occult aroma of the volcano goddess cries.
A lily and a rose light candles in the dark.
My pregnant soul invokes my ancestors.
Ecstasy encroaches its eight hands around your naked chest.
A lonely pearl looks for its shell.
Tears shed in silence.
Aquatic sorcery of immortal dreams.
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