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2006-12-31 | |
Here, knee-high to a grasshopper narrowed the ground
While time, rejected from world, is gaunt.
I am that one who waked up from the tomb
Without remembering that ever been buoyant
On frescoâ€™s creations of the life
A cruel arm painted with lime,
No shapes, no colors for catch sight,
Only misty, mortuary white
A single day sloops slowly like thousands,
But like a minute slipped ten thousands.
Iâ€™m only steam losing within eternity
Alike mari Iâ€™m falling into void absolutely.
Catch speed my soul, master of ruin,
Amongst youâ€™ve done, what does remain?
Than me is more precious a thorn
I am alive only to feel that Iâ€™m still born.
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