I like superstitions!
they are like dreams,
in the wilderness of sensations,
wild-beat lotus
on a shore-less river with no confluence.
I really like superstitions,
they are your alibi,
a rock
with one-mouth cave
behind which you can hide.
I am dependent on superstitions,
they are multiple lives
in one life,
like cats
clambering nine walls.
Only I don't believe in them. Ah!
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