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They sheared the cloud, the cloud now is clear;
My blood spills on the ground, the cloud is modest,
And disappears.

A man's face shadows
In my hand;
I see it and squeeze it,
Drinking stars
From the urinal.

In a testy mood
The same mood that
Tore me apart.

His face is almost gone,
My desolation is pure,
The water is flat,
My pain is on.

           Murat Nemet-Nejat
           The World, 1992.