Object False of Fragrance
Metal’s dust, dancing woman, soul of night
Bone-dry, wrinkle hairs, see the face
Not ash of safe surface of the war
Voice of universe , more dead body
Lost, difference suffering
Blood flow this wall of heart
Same time die, wound of arrow
What people, they hate that cases-s-s-s
Thwelt Di Nwe
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