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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a world of strange sensations, where desires intertwine like dreams on a summer night, I find myself caught in the waves of a melancholic melody, the desire to express all that pains me, words flowing like the blood of a dying man, careless of linguistic errors, seeking only solace. My heart, absurd as a man wrapped in a blanket under torrential rain, my chest arches like blooming roses, and I fade away, feeling like ashes carried by the cold winds. Strange sensations of starting to say one thing and immediately my mind drifts to something else, a confusion of the mind, a turmoil of the soul. It snows miserably on the bridges, the dirty basements overflow. I continue to write through those slow days, watching dusty robins with blood on their wings, in a world where pain and beauty intertwine, a dance of shadows and lights. The little houses that no one sees, wooden, damp, sinking like abandoned ships; the door surrounded by unseen creatures, and the lamppost weeping its last rays of light into the night. All words seem too small and weary, to bear the weight of the meanings I sing and weave within them, a burden of emotions, a symphony of suffering and hope. Strange sensation of longing to write these words in vain, knowing they will never be read again, a frivolous melancholy, a game of fate. In this magical reverie, I lose myself in the flow of consciousness, where thoughts intertwine like the threads of an old carpet, carrying me through landscapes of memories and forgotten dreams, a journey through the abyss of my soul, seeking answers in endless shadows. My words, like dried leaves carried by the cold autumn wind, seeking solace in their sad rustle, a symphony of melancholy, a poetry of pain, wrapped in the mystery of unfulfilled desires and lost hopes. And so, in the quiet darkness of the night, I write the story of my soul, in a language only the heart can understand, a story of suffering and beauty, of light and darkness, an esoteric revelation wrapped in the mystery of human connections, a frivolous yet profound story that shapes the essence of life and happiness.
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