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Oh heartless lady, daughter of the sky, help me in this solitary hour with your direct armed indifference and your cold sense of oblivion.
A time complete as an ocean, a wound confused as a new being encompass the stubborn root of my soul biting the center of my security.
What a heavy throbbing beats in my heart like a wave made of all the waves, and my despairing head is raised in an effort of leaping and of death.
There is something hostile trembling in my certitude, growing in the very origin of tears like a harsh, clawing plant made of linked and bitter leaves.