The ceiling of the pouring rainIs up there on the floor of the gods.I drag my luggage on the sand,Carrying all of my understandings.
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A hideout of an opened heartbeat
The ceiling of the pouring rainIs up there on the floor of the gods.I drag my luggage on the sand,Carrying all of my understandings.
Read MoreTiny anger, was hiding in his lunch His mouth opened, set free clumsy tyrants.
Read More‘A Time of Reminiscence’ – A short poem about the people of amnesia and anxiety.
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