poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

I cried my way home
I cried my way home for such tenderness graced me today the whiteness of rice paper her skin, the lips of a cherub and my obstinate soul wished to hold on, in a world where everything passes so today I want to smash it all the vines, the bird house, the orchids the hopes and humanity I've regained death I should have found on her loving breast, the eternity of my small happiness 26-VI-2016
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