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I want to know myself better,
so I walk around with naked feet.

I want to know you better,
so walk around with wild hair.
Come watch my master craft
in the mechanics of possession,
my spellbinding skills
in trapping beauties
that decay rapidly
at the moment of their glory.
Senseless words
stretching towards reunion.
I am still suffering,
and the moon is still full.
I'm learning
the senseless circles
along the pathway
to tranquility,
but I divert myself
and go knee deep
into the dripping hips
just because they are
much lest threatening.
I like to think everything is safe,
but then there is all this fire.
Imagine if every breath
were as sweet
as the prayer smoke.
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