In the second I walk
at the secret boderland,
putative land.
Push my self
into emphtiness,
vastly released.
Unspoken any putative,
but what has assume
pursue every footstep.
Get lose many time,
still finding a way out
and did not find the path.
Eyes shut and pray,
to see a new things.
In the lost dimension.
I didn’t find anythings
except for putative poet
and you are reading.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
In the second I walk
at the secret boderland,
putative land.
Push my self
into emphtiness,
vastly released.
Unspoken any putative,
but what has assume
pursue every footstep.
Get lose many time,
still finding a way out
and did not find the path.
Eyes shut and pray,
to see a new things.
In the lost dimension.
I didn’t find anythings
except for putative poet
and you are reading.
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