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merrymaking

die and you will be great
says the devil in the shade of the poplar
and I start writing goodbye letters
in languages ​​known only to the rivers
and the mountains
I put them on your bedside table
but when you call me and ask
why did you leave me a jug full of stones?
I laugh out loud
for in those stones
I hid my most tender
whispers

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