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You would not know, when, a desire,

Sweet grapes? There was no exit from the question

One night, in moon labyrinth, you will find

It was less savory. The tibia breaks and you

Holding the truth for the sake of time and space.

Arising before the dawn, to meet the earth,

Like water hyacinth of lake you cannot run away

It was snowing, snowing very hard. Hold me

Without words, I wanted to write a poem. Would you

Needing a bit less, I wanted to discover myself.