IT'S NOT A DREAM - -
why my body has become like of glass;
this is a transparent feeling, or
disintegrating yearning,
it has fallen into
the fire, or
have
seeks regenerate, this belongs to -
someone; or it's my illusion,
the breathing has rapid
velocity, such as
the boom
has
suppressed, in the waves of heart has
a strange turbulence, I don't know;
what, it wants to touch, the
inclined sky or the
innermost
valley
of oceanic conscience, however this
was happened since a few days,
when we first met; under the
shade of stars; in the
world of sorcerer
moonlight,
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