A fight,
He won't
He'll just float,
A landscape into a dream
Wearing a face or being real?
Trust
But the mind so dark at night,
Savaged by subconscious riot looters
With their death-of-the-soul poison,
Contaminate his sleeping spirit,
He takes one for the dream
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I would like to translate this poem
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