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Aug 10
I let the night sky helps me
I let the moon inject colors into me
into my old dying mind
Then colors sail through my veins
Blue, red, and green in my plasma
All that so I can smile again

I let the remarkable stars
send my lost soul home
that is my mortal frame
that is bound to earth
And so sound I laid
That now I can get a grip

Sometimes the cloud comes too
their cotton-like apparition
soft to the touch, overly-sensitive
and inhumanly empathic
that it rains
it cried
so I don't have to cry alone

The night sky helps
by wrapping me within its dark matter
by lulling me to sleep with the song of the wolves
Therefore, I know, when the night comes,
I'm alive again
Xant
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Xant  20/F/Jakarta
(20/F/Jakarta)   
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