A bottle of beer,
A plate of peanuts,
That's a small treat for me
To ride this bloody hidden historical ring in this hot summer,
As if it would be grund into a stiky mess in my mouth.
No spitting!
Law is law!
Gulping down this memory into the bottomless pit of time,
I see the flame
Ex nihilo.
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