angels are cryingin a picturesque quarantinethis abandoned paradise is now
I can not sleep in my flying bedHallucinations come by
from the scene where my microcosmos has begunwith their whispers
Small... dark roomWalls! Painted in shadowsShapes in [deca]danceImportunately ar
Do i Have my own star?The star that shines foreverin
Solar scream when night turns offas the hot flowers' splendourWarm
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