Puisi

I ran into the woods
then my singing
I ran to the beach
then I cried
quiet ...
lonely and alone
I hate
I would like to turmoil in the market
I'm bored with the tired
Just get out with concentrated
as if my own sooty
Just let me break glass crowded
I'll groan until rowdy
there are angels embroidered spider webs in the white palace walls
why not just shake his loceng let scourged
or I must flee to the forest
turn to the beach?

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