i'm tired of looking ahead
to think of the distance that i've run over
where i accelerate the pace
in labyrinths
created
in the desert plains
where herds of bulls
explode
Without reasonable grounds
and drag the tiniest speck of dust
the most perfect centric environment
the sum of the plains imperfect
are you
flower
the only one
was the plain covered with flowers
and thou
the center
would be you
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