The patter of banter less rain
without substance drains vein.
Bottomless they float up from
the top of living moving lips.
Unequipped pierced lips move
in a nonuniform manner split.
Spilling left over news without
a papers pressed clean diaper.
Boldly flowing not absorbed on
even the tastiest chunk of cheese.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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