I thought it would never end.
All that I am
Hurted slowly like
two continents colliding.
The rivers of Sumer, with all its salinty
flooded the whirlpools on my face
Ra burnt away. The moon-goddess
froze like the Alpine ice caps.
I no longer feel anything.
You're as dead as Latin to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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