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From the down town

March 29, 2013

A burnt essence is coming to my nose.

In whose house is  burning

a, heart ?

When I was thinking so

I have had a discovery

Milk has burnt in my room.

I propose you then

in this cloudy night

in these bisected moonlight

to make a pass out

from, this burnt city.

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