she her
again
long time ago
the torturing painful scenery
and it will be repeated
maybe i should change myself
engrosiing this skins into furs
bird of heaven
fly away to the enormous city
or just changing the brain
inside the rotten veins
into marbles pipes
thus flowing the wine of rains
that the gate keeper will welcoming me with wide open arms
embracing me tightly to the core inside me
burning with glowing aurora
transmitting the true self of white angels
flapping the pearled wings
giving me more and more
the waves of love
showering me with the rains of liquid golds
just that be
different from the dark memory
that haunt my sleep and my sunbath
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