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Sunday, September 23, 2012



A veil on transparency simply
Retrieve your tanned skin,
A night well demonstrated in silver
In forehead as if put on tanning
Diving and what this demented lunacy
I walk on this road daydreams
And every point bold, new stop
And so this delusion well consents
And who draws new direction once
Only known loneliness,
And finally when I see such an explosion
Extreme wonder devours me,
And try to unravel each border
The perfect messenger of the gods...


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