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Cloud of sad ghost. Rain of pleasant past storage.
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Deep-sea fish you find a picture book.
There you can write your name,
the human relations also describes.
It sinks from a human edge to the deep sea.
While drawing a spiral sink in loop.
So to live for thousands of years,
get the ugly of that has been refined.
So after death quietly, it has melted
music of thinly Franz Liszt in the background.
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Road behind a tree
takes's noon of safety zone.
For the night, the place of light,
such as the clearance of spots of the shadow,
I wanted colored with green fluorescent color.
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The grass writing the diary of the respective lie, fluctuation.
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Heart with a love with a wound.
The last is like a ruptured balloon,
became empty of film.
Heart with hatred was invulnerable.
Rift began to rapidly expand.
Countless hands were germinated
in an attempt to regain the time lost
from the wound. Through the pain,
he drew a cursed color on the road.
In infinitely flowing blood,
it left a cry of finger gray wall.
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Sound of the wind sound of the car the ear sounding like the insomnia.
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I gnaw a little bit,
but I gnaw lot.
I am a heavy application.
I was flushed with emotion
to flow to flow back
through the heart every day,
spam also gnaw a little.
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Die, and the chirping of the bird.
I while being surrounded by the birds
on the edge of a cliff
on the island of the hippocampus,
was a recording of the 100 hours of radio drama.
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Riding to excessively put train cortisol
To connect the brain stem to the window to run a rainy day
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Woke up was forgotten in the tower of human fangs.
I also forgot to shot a personality in pajamas.
Cut the tusks of personality, after did nothing.
Copyright © Zenn Zenn | Year Posted 2016
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