the more the somnambular thinks ,the more funny he feels
he drifted to a sleeping isolated island
he saw a shepherd riding on the back of a dolphin
dews becomes into riptide
stars insanely run away from their orbits
the more the somnambular thinks ,the more funny he feels
here, he heard someone's shout abuse
he knew that was not unfounded somniloquies
who can deceive me
under the Indian-plain-mare's belly
hides urgent lips
they can knead rotten blood and sweat
into a flourishing flower
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