BY THACKYN
He leaves himself, the man [outside…
Away from the man…
In front of the pearl shine:
On the sunshine…
Torch…, light…, illuminated… [neon sign]
Oyster eating you up without closing…
Death of the village, the risk.
Clouded, life becomes gris… (dull)...
Like pearl in its endless sea…
[And, in the sea: the end [Ivory…]. SEND…
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