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Yesterday's fingers from edible fog
The fish sing under the acorns,
when the sky crawls around the table.
Fingers emerge from the edible mist,
they eat black lights.
Yesterday I danced on wheels
floating on the creaking hair of the moon.
White birds sleep with their teeth in a web of fingers,
which do not know that today is yesterday.
Ref:
When the light breaks into a thousand wheels,
I'll get lost in your dog's eyes
crawling through the canopies of silent trees.
We write poems on the backs of clouds,
and we have no idea why the blue color us
burning on the lips.
I have no hands today.
See how the flower in the snow turned into smoke?
Don't worry, yesterday was today without walls.
Негізгі бет AMID - Yesterday's fingers from edible fog
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