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Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart...

What am I to do when the gladiolus cannot stretch...
this vase of loneliness anymore...

The fire is ergo
everlasting the moment...

I am the fire!
Thus...

Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...

I am alive though
life is a party I've been...

The fire is only
everlasting the moment...

It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...

The furthest from you
is a place nearest to you...

Fasten up every
button to the very last...