'and the remaining pieces of silver
are eaten like potato chips
by the night
the winter night
takes the sun in her ample breasts
the moon looks helpless on the opposite side'
so wonderfully unique, masterful
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'and the remaining pieces of silver are eaten like potato chips by the night the winter night takes the sun in her ample breasts the moon looks helpless on the opposite side' so wonderfully unique, masterful