In these solitary nights, my ground ices over and my dreams vanish, but at times, carried by an invincible force, I try to grasp these rough-hewn modes of existence, using my new conception, and so I stroll the streets, living in my dreams, reconstructing idylls buried in shameful praise, gazing at the Blue celestial vault, with a little liquor, I gambol, candid in the heavens, far from the random tortures of existence.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 09:48:19 +0000
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