Writing of words names
on paper gown, you catch the fire like
Casabianca on burning deck.
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Put on hold your pain,
outside our love. Your tears falling.
My hands to become flowers.
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My goodness, you too
hit the road, to be without desire.
Resolute black birds follow you.
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Let my pain go, then
I will think of you during break.
I was teaching pure truths.
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Between poverty and
theology. I want to take on you
in moonlight, but is not controversial.
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I would take a call
after I seceded from my wounds.
It took me a while to become Buddha.
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Your mercy was very
little O god, for equal-halves.
Nobody was perfect.
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Are you ok? When
the moon rises on sea, I become
worried about the blue butterflies.
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Two kisses for a golden
lie. Don't manipulate the shelter.
Moon will take rest in my poems.
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There was something
wrong. Yet I had not come
to my home. Trust was eroding.
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