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I do not write about something or anything. You will

It was not, just a kiss of a zodiac sign.

Behind the iron mask, with unsteady hands, I

In search of lost memory, there was no regret

Sometimes I would look at the lame moon. For

To be honest, there was no poem today.

It was unbashed invasion, and then you were paraded naked.

The art of losing the core-hurts, standing in deepest

There was an endless war between you and me O god

A fathomless abyss, you feel the power of wordless going.