On a hard day
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I am the Moon
I am the moon. I have always been the moon. I will always be the moon. My heart beats with cool light. I move my thoughts over the blue emptiness. I vibrate with blue emotion. There is no thing except the cool blue. There is no place except the cool blue. There is only the [...]
Time is a triangle
Back, back, back Stop Start Go A slow awakening A rude boy is born He is An old man already He has lifelong vision He can see the reality in between And ends and ends Go again He waits and he hopes still . . . . . . . still . . . . [...]
