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This is ddavidd
Perhaps temporarily, lost the password of my last account.
Garden is in the taste of honey.
Garden is a symphony...
Scuba-diving in the fish tank of abeyance!
In the blaring discords of all these bustles...
No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...
First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...
When the wind
at its hasty ingress...
I burn inside when I see cold people.
I kiss the ass of your poetry, for you to kiss the ass of those belong to me!
What've been left of us, but some ass kisser, poets wanna be?