I hate slowness
Snails of death
Need swift and sparrow
Surge of a vision
Receding shores
Speeding thoughts
Caving fears
Tranquil of a trance
Tryst with experiments
Buried are stones
Ashes yet burning
Comfort of a lake
Is never its shallow
Mingle with kites
In spirit of stillness
Random wheels
They wake me up blind
White is hidden
Truth uncertain
Hard edge lies
Can life contain me?
Get my gist
And invent a silver
Long leaf alone
Wish my blood
Bite not bones
Never love lust
As they last ever
Latent life
Midst of a naught
Innocence laid rest
Nascent wedges
Let's breath hollow
Taste of tears
May text void
I can forgive
Not but myself
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