The time tides approach
and things get buried into
the tomb world.

Witness the end.

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I gave you my feelings
wrapped up in a rose
paper. But, oh, how
naive I was, I forgot that
a toymaker won't even
caress them, but instead
will turn them into paper
planes and flying fucks."

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"In love, the edifice
is three stories high.
First moist, the ripen
and at last decaying
in the sky.

In love, there are
three hues of red.
First roseate, then scarlet
and at last the crimson
of the infectious spread."

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"Below is the landscape scarred by cities.
Above is the moon marred by craters.
You have lacerations!
But then who doesn't?"

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"The patter spots the
windshield and the
wrecked wiper smears
the surface causing
blindsight, so hurtles
the life in jiffy."

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"I stay away from conscious remembrance and keep my evocations buried in the tombs of time."

-

"The works of Sol and Luna
to keep life teeming on blue."

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"Those reminiscences,
a place of solace and
discomfort. We chose
to accept and acknowledge
them that way."

-

"The dark mists reveal
a dreamy haze and the
roads smear with ashen
tone as the gunmetal
dies. Cold penetrates
every pore of the poet's
skin while he laments
and looks for muse."

-

regardless of high you soar,
there is no deception O Ikaros.
Erasure is the truth. The only
matter is how it happens. "

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