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lying down on the lawn
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Chapter 1
i unfolded my notebook,
i started to illusion with my memories
the sky gradually turned to twilight
what empurpled my thoughts?
perhaps i was heptaglot
french , German and english
i didnt know i am linguistic
coz i was knowing communication
deep night, my imagination is aeroiform
beyond microblogger
i finally recorded them in my notecard
pityful, history ate my love up
i escaped to my dreamland
although cold and withered
river serpetine,
love dystrophied
dream nerotic
mind psychotic
mi corozon, so long
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