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sunnuntai 18. tammikuuta 2015

Sleep



Paper lanterns, lights, delirium,
Gloss wormed night dance.
Dragons, guy ropes
garden maintenance.
Masquerade, people dancing
on the stage, lawn maintenance.
Finish the worms a couple of dance,
fetid solitaire card game.
Their stench of oestrus,
it is inviting, while revolting.

Do not forget that you can forget about it,
the creation of the poet's most secret.
I found myself rhymes
congregation, fly a kite
the darkness.
A broken man,
alone, with only pieces.

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