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Kat, katten, kattens
eksisterer. Lykken
og frosten, fryser
læbens tunger fastere.
Blikke tømmer kaktusens
hvide flod af modtider og mure.
Transformerer tomater til tanks
og vin til vand.
Leder lugten i lemmerne
lavet af plastik.
Cat, the cat, the cat's
exist. The happiness
and the frost, friezes
the lips' tongues firmer.
Glances empty the cactus'
white river of tribulation times and walls.
Transform tomatoes in to tanks
and water in to wine.
breeding the smell in the limbs
made of plastic.
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