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Blue Horse
A horse came tearing down the mountain and went mad. From that day on she eats
blue food. Summer dyes the women’s eyes and sleeves blue, then whirls merrily in
the town square.
The customers on the terrace smoke so many cigarettes that the tinny sky is scribbled
        with rings like the ladies’ hair. I am thinking of tossing my sad memories like a
        handkerchief. If only I could forget the love and regret and the patent leather shoes!
I was spared from having to jump from the second floor.
The sea rises to heaven.
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