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His only desire was to undress women...

Each bow of silver bough
pulling to the water...

How green the mortal
for the undying garden...

This loneliness is
boundless because we all are...

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

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

In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...

Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...

Who is this man walking in my past?
I despise to defend this man...

Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...

We are born,
to live for a while...

The irony in the life’s enthusiasm
is the cocoon of caterpillars’ transmutation...