in the glaucous beautiful night, who
nearby in its place - - -
seeks account of breath, the
shadow asks the address
of my existence,
your affection
has
the elusive effect, the self step sound
creates uneasiness, in the rustle
of curtain, somewhere your
love floats with magical
aroma, though in
the backyard,
nocturnal
flowers yet, do not open the aromatic
corpus, the heady moonlight
fills the intense hangover,
mind searches, don't
know what, the
life suffers
with
inconclusiveness, extensive vacuum,
a perception of losing the
something special,
though every
thing is
nearby in its place - - - 
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