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of Gazelle I remember loving

not take away your memory.

Let alone in my heart,

tremor of white cherry

in the martyrdom of January.

separates me from the dead

a wall of bad dreams.

suffering pains of fresh lily

for a heart of stone.

All night garden

my eyes like two dogs.

All night, eating

the quince of poison.

Sometimes the wind is

tulip fears.

is a tulip sick

dawn in winter.

A wall of bad dreams

separates me from the dead.

The grass cover in the valley gray

silence of your body.