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Starvation and agony...
I sense my own stench floating, I dream my own facts crushing, I taste my tongue and bite it… Now I’m starving for my stomach that was lost on the coast … My tongue buried it in the sand so it couldn’t smell the rise of the sun. Dreaming my eyes opened I woke up and saw the sun, again – far away in the head of the sea; next to me, the sand was red because of the wine griped from the salvation bottle carried by the sea! My stomach is crying for food… I can feed it only with emotions felt in my stomach. The sun, the stomach … all crushed in a dream found in a bottle! Just the wind will carry out the sand of my thoughts in agony!!!
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