In the night, a massage is like a match that is stroke
It’s skin is glittering as a myth
A Prussian blue mermaid
Is coming to knock at my door
Following with a name, time and a 11 places number
I open the jail with my thumb of left hand
Let this last prisoner of night
Yawn in the water-like light
Then fall asleep like a match died out

Atid Husang

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