Category: /General/As it appears―
as if nothing stops you and
the spring will ask the direction.
Like a bipolar, I will swing
between moon and sun.
It may not sit true with me
like a lethal drop in an empty cup!
I don't know, what I think
in dual state of mind. Time stretches.
As if involuntarily my―
hands start shaking.
Not yet. It was my wound.
I have to carry my ship down
the river. In hour of ending
would you come to write―
the ascending pain?
Perfection incomplete. There is
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