Splinters scattering in shade... by the sparks... as my eyes...
Don't be fool... Don't forgive me, my god.
No need cry, no need lie, no need even desire -
Let me catch me in new-old fake road.
Imperturbable words on a virtual trail...
Say, my god, what a reason believe?
Brittle bell, broken smell, boundless love and snare-shell -
That is me, if you add to "me" "if".
Splinters, mirrors, reflections - go hell, you are tire!
I hate you! - And there's blood on the ground.
Crying-whisperring to sky such an obvious lie:
I adore... I adore all around...
scream
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