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this ripe, fair skin...
Here, find me in my ruin
where I lay beneath the frost...
Father,
have I disregarded my childhood...
Flecked across a scorched plain
in Death Valley...
It's one o'clock in the morning
Silence has settled in the darkness...
Draught in the Desert
Spring came early here...
For once -
I no longer loiter sidewalks...
I offered to you,
-all I had...
I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...
Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...
Today, I arose to find reasons
just outside my palatial pane...
Paralleled
I found you...