Who bade good bye?
Not torment!protest!raving talk !
Wasn’t it hallucination?
Bloody beautiful, what for?
Valuable things’re everywhere
Shone a light into rives of thought
Warning bells rang in air of silly house
Laughter leaped and exposed the cloud
Not stab of pain in my heart
Flinging the pain out from torrent of history
Uppish view point aroused by first
Morning, someone remained helpless
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