I threw to spray the nettles that grew in fragrant
candor in the day, braided
And my moods so long necklaces
What you can never go around,
If the urge takes you perverted t ' to rub
Under the shade of a linden tree in full bloom
I walk round and firm
That dig ruts my eternal visions
These memories dotting my eyelids
Without logic, without reason and without words I
I slept in large pages
I cover you with flowers missing
I use you in returning the storm I'm waiting
sad, happy, sorry, naked
I wait I wait I wait
(I think)
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