my love my clouds
So soon it rains
The sun eclipsed, and you cloud are like dew, like rain
not sun, burn endlessly like my rage which i scrible here
i wanted to suport union not separation
clouds rivers meadows and sun
the theatre
A dignifieed apoteosis
worthy of the gardens of babylon
with the wisdom of fields of wheat
and excesssive caressing
sating
relating
skating sensation of a ray of starr
silable of serenade
I revered you
i loved the real you
what became of you
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