Floating on the arabesque sheets of tin,
I wonder for life, is it there?
Come and envelope me to your breasts and
tell me secrets of camille days and rose hips along the Nile.
I wonder, is there room for me within the sphere of life?
For roaming is a dog's life after 60 days.
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