a cruel gale that laughs
white walls away
the trunk with its zigzags
waits for tomorrow
even Earth gasps
in seasons of too much rain
she haemorrhages
white walls away
the trunk with its zigzags
waits for tomorrow
even Earth gasps
in seasons of too much rain
she haemorrhages
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