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sunnuntai 22. joulukuuta 2013

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I've already forgotten what it feels like
the second man, the hands, the eyes,
and mouth when he lands on my side.
My sorrow is no longer allowed to turn off,
when no one wants it even more trying.
Anxiety is already turned off the soul,
it is the only one charred pyre.
Love glowed, burned, burned raged,
on the left only charred remains.
So I sometimes perhaps a small body of nanoseconds,
the universe breathed fervently.
The Milky Way it is me or the darkness
enormous, out of the moonlight, starlight is.

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