white snow on the land
SnowWhite no man's land
deserted country
dry rock dry sand
rivers of quicksand but no beach
no vein in my arm
no suntan on my skin
I'll suck your blood
nothing but glue or ice-cream in my throat
nothing but me and my own dry shit
nothing but the song of the valley for you
I'll die there happy deathday
I'll never meet you as you won't come
to the burial of my nothingness
songs of joy as the island gets overcrowded
songs of childhood sighs from your cradle
many copyrights for these lives we never lived
thank you for coming back in the desert
dancers are dancing flames are bursting
silence again in the waiting-room
hush hush hush quiet heart
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