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Under a loop of stars
In the vulgar cold

The dead airport lay

By the pebbles of the highway
Through the snail clouds
You soared to your lover

I hurried away my darling

With a howl in my throat

Hiding inside the weeds

In the orange grove

The black rooster crowed

Through the hollow of the midnight
With my shot blood
With stains on my fingers

I run with the damned, my darling

They have taught me to laugh

To laugh, to laugh