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2009-03-31 | |
I never count my dreams, my wishes, my diseases....
you in one dream, you in one wish, you in one disease....
Songless birds walk through the garden,
stained nights rise on the windows,
a puddle of clouds feeds the rose,
the scentless rose....
So unnatural, so imperfect...
I am part of this artificial life...
and you witness my imperfection,
as it grows, as it scares you...
Should I wither, should I drink from your water?
am I the perfect wrinkle
in the corner of your eye?
don't whisper, don't hide me....
we still have time...
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