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There is a deadbody on the railroad tracks it is a woman who was just hither soul is still presenther scentis still that of morning rosessprinkled with dewher voice is gonethe lustre of her skinis now dirty smoky velvet. I will caress her cheeksI f...

There is a dead
body on the railroad tracks

it is a woman who was just hit
her soul is still present
her scent
is still that of morning roses
sprinkled with dew
her voice is gone
the lustre of her skin
is now dirty smoky velvet.

I will caress her cheeks
I feel the last goodbye of her soul
as a farewell to existence.

Maybe we will meet again
Maybe we will brush past each other
here
in a century
elsewhere
in an instant.

 

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