firmly remembered violence and boredom.
This dry water
makes it rot and sink.
Involving the innocent cup
is asking for a glass knife.
The stone cracked and shattered
and took away the innocent Tito
and made the face of the knife.
The smile that held the mirror like a
bloody and blushing
lacquer, also looked at the fear in her body. The stalker follows my silence to usher in the ubiquitous shadow of unease She is like an eclipsed shadow that dissipates the guard in the bottom of my heart, so I embrace that mirror like the union of loving you, like a cold flower in my hand, stepping on the glass The shards wiped away the bloodstains from the corners of your eyes countless times. I was waiting for you in hell. I dreamed uneasy that wagtails were rotting in the reed marshes and the northern country like the wind was only a memory. I twist the coming and going/ into a rope to find the fragrance in your memory. I'm a lost wanderer on the street, I'll clean my habitat and I'll open from here the flowers on the stone casket I'll be united with you into a longing paradise. Consecrate you even if I am not a god I hope that the beauty will be watered by your blood. The flowers blooming on the stone box, I love
Dying like your charming face
silently stretched out her hands
to hold the slender and lazy
hold, swallowed half of my heart, and
sipped a touch of
my blood at the corner of your beautiful mouth.
This is a destination, and the
union is here
. The union must have a happy ending.
When you came, I said softly
in my sickly sleeping ear : My dear, the world is falling apart.
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