The sorcerer yesterday
was embittered...
she was able catches
butterflies of the-dreamer...
Also has then torn off wings...
and yesterday has not caught not one...
has turned the madam - to foxes,
but bites so gracefully,
as a poodle hungry....
all dreams have departed
on a star carnival...
with cheerful masks...
with shining eyes...
29.XII,08.
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