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  A leopardess dies on a tree. 
No molestation was reported. 
Exploring your breast 
why were you throwing salt? 

As if almost needing a space 
you ran to top. A solid truth 
looks like a quasicrystal 
against the nature. 

Unbosoming myself I am 
traveling in vacuum. Empty 
hands don't hold any ancestors. 
I am carrying my unborn voice. 

Now don't cry, don't. You are 
reaching home at the end of a 
tunnel. A featureless fog will let you in, 
in a fatherless world.
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