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Endless Flight Through the Melting Haze, the Curtain Is Ephemeral and Envelops the Delicate Body
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8:34 |
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| 2 |
Falling Clouds Covered the Parking Lot on Which I Stood. It Was So Quiet and Lonely, but at the Same Time So Good.
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9:08 |
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| 3 |
A Never-Existent Poem in an Never-Existent Era
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8:00 |
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| 4 |
Sometimes It’s Dark
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7:25 |
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Then an Incomprehensible State of Half-Asleep Half-Manifestation. I Went to the Balcony and Looked Around. It Smelled Abandoned
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7:34 |
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| 6 |
Tragic Tears
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6:17 |
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| 7 |
A Bright Warmth Swept Over My Whole Body and There Was Such Boundless Joy That It Was as If I Had Not Even Lived and Was Everywhere and Everything
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8:25 |
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