Itomo, With go and go my fathers had served you, Itomo, With do and don't my mother had served you, You made them dance naked in the horrendous harmattan that...
i Goodbyes are doors That leads to nirvana Or another squinched door Where painted memories sync To the breath nights breathes Inside Colossal flashbacks: Gory reminiscence, of extrinsic feelings, Of...
We shall meet again, When the sorrel rivers Dried up in the mouth Of Daura sun, while You bout-time, thrashing, Under the Watermelon tree, Thrashing wheat of thousand sweetness, We...
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