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How life and death...

Dark hair
white teeth...

Life is in tears when you lose a friend,
like an empty path along the pine trees...

Alas my dear
I am still the Ozymandias...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

Imperfection is
the prove of perfection...

The bouquet of wild white flowers
that I tendered you...

O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

Tick-tock, tick-tock she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

I remember my future
if I see my past in a different degree...

They scare us with death
until we are frightened of living...