It was your demureness.
You want to go nomadic. I am sitting
under a sacred fig to understand humans.
A quarter moon throws
light on the half-broken wall to reflect
the mood of a run away river of tears.
I want to know the
meaning of indelible blood spots
on the forehead of an unmarried sun.
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'I want to know the
meaning of indelible blood spots'
'You want to go nomadic. I am sitting
under a sacred fig to understand humans.'
'on the forehead of an unmarried sun.'
'A quarter moon throws
light on the half-broken wall to reflect
the mood of a run away river of tears.'
'It was your demureness.'
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