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No glory, the innocence has fallen
Don’t tell me all you know Without you my golden cloak is deaf Keep thinking my emptiness is both pretty and confused In every word I wish shall bathe me And who rebuilt I? But alone channeling the night in my toe The I that I am is not in usual historic time Yet a mind self, the self is a mind Perceiving with a thing on my shoulder Expand-contract Leave my ore alive and group with arguing, English, space Shy – micro – love Arising with stuffing General life, unknowable, simple And then there was peace for a while Emotions kept arising A certain need for smth, maybe pulling and pushing Incarnating sometimes Things happening, annoying people Who think they know it all Fighting life A repetition of old stuff Talking much words, A sort of useless practice of speaking Superficial, ugly, endless maddening, unconscious Find hard to be, no self – in the bad sense A certain substance, maybe luminous Descends sometimes, it’s a weird thing Reeks of disease Mind stops but wants to create great tension and snap strings Woman is psychological Pleasure, routine, ignorance, ego Nothing moves in the slightest There’s no peace is no heart Only unhappiness and madness
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