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and what I thought at night
Standing on the edge of the bridge.
What between the bridge and water:
Void height.

I did not regret
And the July asphalt is silent.
For the first time I warm from the cold,
For the first time, I am glad from boredom.

today the month is devilish handsome
And at night, I will dream of this.
I smile, kneeling broken,
I'm a moral suicide.