Increased life in pure art
Don't know how to feel for something else.
Daughters of my industry, unfulfilled dreams!
Are you still alive today in my artery;
Wherever you were, you became an artist.
My astounding daughters of the moon!
How much gentleness do you get;
In my flowing bloodstream, in the depressed hem of a vacuum,
Waiting water is waiting for you,
Which is still flowing today.
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