ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND SIXTIETH DAY OF THE YEAR

I sleep much of the day, feverish,

and in my sleep I make love

to you with passion and ability

which, if I would have had then,

could have kept you. Girl,

you would have deserved

to get what in that dream

I did with your body.

26.12.2023

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