The monument’s fractions dissolve at my feet.
Three birds are left. One of them is Mercury.
In the distance my hands are running like spiders.
The birds’ escapade is a present for the moon.
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The monument’s fractions dissolve at my feet.
Three birds are left. One of them is Mercury.
In the distance my hands are running like spiders.
The birds’ escapade is a present for the moon.
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