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￭ Damn the rain
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When they found me in fairy taleís land,
From the position of drilling in me,
Much too much all sparkled cadaverously:
The fingerprints of my hopes
Which were never identified,
The dreams with us that have collapsed
Only in infertile lands.
You are to me in each frame,
Photographed like an assassin
That remained undiscovered
Stopping and starting my heart
In the land of fairy tales with androgyne.
And donít you whisper to me anymore how much you exist me,
Let me forget this taste
Of button stopped heart.
On the bodily and profane world
My last molecule should disappear
Of prepared resuscitation
At the first love symptom!
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