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It was restless mind and I ask you something.

Washed-up your facial nuance, like jellyfish

Jumping From The Surface Of Water

A rose on your name shines, like a mural painting.

Unlike Anybody

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After euthanasia, I was conversing with a ghost.

You evoke the desire. I break like bougainvillea leaves.

In final journey, there was a collective guilt.

A very crude question, I will ask. What kind of