大陆的轨迹

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Is he there?

Is his hair still as shiny as diamond

Lips as red as poppy flowers

Is he drinking a glass of gin before going to bed

And smoking in bed

Masturbating while looking at the ceiling

Where daylight is gaining territory

And night shrinking into the deep corner of the wardrobe?

What does he yearn for in a moment like that?

What does he care?

What has he ever fought for

Or he never has?

Just waiting, drifting, swaying his arms

In the cold water of London's waters

Turning around and hearing the voice of mermaids

He sends his greetings

Bowing to them

"Mademoiselle, enchanté."

Then he falls into the water and sees nothing

The whole city

The whole city rolls by and swallows everything