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Music is Magic
Poetry is alchemy
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 Butterflies are beautiful
 Night moths are
 Beautifully mysterious.

Now, back again
to my worm state.
The Oak at crossroads
Hollow at one site
Spiders have spun
Their cobwebs
There.
 
Butterflies are beautiful
Night moths are
Beautifully mysterious.

Now back again
To my worm state.
A giant summer bug
Has flown into hair.
I heard the music and then...

  
Butterflies are beautiful
Night moths are
Beautifully mysterious

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A coin
Is like the Moon
A circle
Loses its value
In the night
***** hands
weighting
***** nails
A world
In a hand
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Won't you give me a curse
and tear my eyes?
I've seen the demons
green slink grin
Lean through roofs
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Being put down
Into dark hole
The soil shall hiss
And steam

To make the stone
Move
Oh, the pavement
It flows
It flows
Flows
Right under our
feet
It feels so right
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I like art that sacrifices a part of its
technical aspects in exchange for
crude expression
of raw, animal-like emotion
that break the bonds of the form. The
result may seem even ugly for some,
but in fact, it reaches entirely new
qualities.
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I really like neons, but their light
gives some kind of melancholic feeling
that I find hard to describe
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