The unexpected jerks and quirks leaving the clue
Of dwindling heart ,the hatred of being lonely,covered with
Floating scraps and halting breath may be not good enough to
Say -eat up the dregs of life ,running behind the storm at midnight.
While throwing words against the wall of moments immune to love,
I've found myself in the limbo pent up . yes, there is granny to tell the
Fractured tales, the annals of swollen uterus, with a chuckle-expression dubious.
The craziness of the sunken eyes murmur the note of the days spent or seconds ,yet
To be unveiled. with equal smile she covers the wounds of thousand years.
The circle comes to full, after the midnight. after some excuses suddenly
I've discovered the language of the descending night ,telling the mirth of
Despair, swallowing the twisted tale of truth and moonshine. the twilight
Captures the journey towards another Ithaca with the recorded emptiness
Of the horizon, crimson ,deferring the secret of existence, for another millennium.
Of dwindling heart ,the hatred of being lonely,covered with
Floating scraps and halting breath may be not good enough to
Say -eat up the dregs of life ,running behind the storm at midnight.
While throwing words against the wall of moments immune to love,
I've found myself in the limbo pent up . yes, there is granny to tell the
Fractured tales, the annals of swollen uterus, with a chuckle-expression dubious.
The craziness of the sunken eyes murmur the note of the days spent or seconds ,yet
To be unveiled. with equal smile she covers the wounds of thousand years.
The circle comes to full, after the midnight. after some excuses suddenly
I've discovered the language of the descending night ,telling the mirth of
Despair, swallowing the twisted tale of truth and moonshine. the twilight
Captures the journey towards another Ithaca with the recorded emptiness
Of the horizon, crimson ,deferring the secret of existence, for another millennium.
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