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the epitaph (when u died and me too)
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like a baby woke up in the morning
the scent of the magnolia crypto-currents a quiet
long neck big gooses run on the grass
a magpie crowed in the branch
shout out of the pool to my shadow
the voice was along the reeds, along the terraces
the land is not calm and it is far away
while you are hiding in a quiet in the shade
a burning heart stops in appearance
the tide would always in mind
the heavy wings and red feathers
of the sense of bird was rushing
when you die and me too
how would be the souls drifting into a harbour
for the evening sky, the silence enveloped live
water wave of fuzzy set ablaze with the form
