How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...

Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...

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Tomorrow...

One day a chemistry teacher back home in high...
He laughed and said : Also you butt is going to be...

I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...

In where would skies rive?
I am ardent to behold...

2010 Chile's mining accident
It is a transcending triumph...

The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...

It was a song that reminded me
that I was equal to a stem of chrysanthemum...

Running into it,
as running away from it...

Last petal on a rose,
last rose on the season's bough...