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A Slug in your brain

Summer here in this year is too hot I need an empty lot covered by green moss and shrubs A gentle breeze affectionately shaking leaves and... and you, the earth open the door of love and let me in within... me, a glowing myrth, the lovely slug, plug me in, the soft soil, the beautiful girl, the inevitable woman, the mother, the wife, the sister, the one and the only receiver of pain let me have a deep sleep in your brain It is too hot here, this summer. Holliswood, New york 1 September 2018.

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