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Friday, September 30, 2011


It's a long quiet night,
Seconds tormented piercing heart.
Light broke through darkest night,
coldest heights,
Did you see light?

Yeah. It's beyond the mist it'd hide.

Yoke and white were beaten,
Laughter-angers bed for seeds.
Sprouting through the wall to peep,
Thickest weeds,
Can you feel the heat?

Yeah, it does not twist

Can you see it?

Yeah, it's just an impressionistic writing.

Can you understand?

Yeah, it's because an expressionist trapped in an impressionism

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