The wave was battering
With all its force
Into the gloomy bough
In which a passer-by
Was swallowing scarily
The milky fire of the flesh
Not to scream
In the hours
Minutes
Enlightenment
In which
Your lips
Grew grey
*** **"
Your shoulders Grew grey
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