i have waited cloudless night, bustling stars, expanding universe.
at the silhouette
I paint black square to the red soil. At the foundation made of blocks, no one is telling about
At the middlepoint of Finland cut-ups and texassaxet diagnostic
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autumn comes against me as dark walls; fear. a girl rips off eternity out of sunday paper. imaginary
If I wonder darkness and silence, is it a peek into my own poetry? Making stanzas need light and
At the morning purple high hint; birds wake up first. Phrases are born somewhere between voice of