the custom of world is in its place,
it's not necessary to change
the persona according
the season, so
I've left
the path of wildly crowd, a search
which can give me the
essence of life,
the self-
satiation, I know on that turning -
point exists thorny shrubs,
elegiac lament,
profound
pain,
far reaching groan, infinite disinte-
gration, the thousands
questionnaire,
and
alone heart, love or worship, a -
passion constant, expressing
isn't so easy, a delirium
or a re-ignition,
whatever
is
that feeling, the life deliberately -
wants to destroy itself,
with boundless
longing in
the
heart, one day the destination will
ask the ultimate ambition
of soul - -
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