There is no death
in liquid crystal display.
I am creating another trash heap
of ways I never want to feel again.
Violet dew morning-
my visions are born again,
english is graffiti;
I will paint an eternal
sunset for my eyes.
The clock lies.
Doodling on the door
of my sleeping chamber-
I do not wait for clarity,
I just react to sounds in the
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