And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I want Contrast
Poem!!!
Death! Life! Same! Life! Death! Same!
Same! Sameness! Basis! For death!
I want different! Separate! Saint!
Different! For that is I- I won't accept same! Different! Ferent-iation! I want not death! Different! A different Death! I want!
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