In the night I awoke.
The clams I bought yesterday
In a corner of the kitchen
With mouths open were alive.
‘When dawn comes
I'm going to gobble them all up
Every single one.'
I cackled
The cackle of a witch.
From that moment on
My mouth slightly open
I passed the night in sleep.
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