I remember a time that was useless epiphany.
a cloud in the sky runs fast and hides behind the tops of trees, maybe lime. A sudden gust
and big colored confetti strewn on the floor come to life and rush towards me. I'm sitting at a bench and converse in the Old and the mountain of a secret Iranian square with a Queen of Spain, just beyond the eleven ancient Shia Imam.
The end will come soon after, my personal pogrom and the tears and nausea.
And that suffused the chest pain, headache as the heart.
I still lived an ancient time, I promised not to.
I explored feelings soft and are now on the verge of a solitary journey.
What the Red Dragon will give me strength. Fire to burn
the memories and the places that I walked
The words that I have been told and the taste of grooves ever tasted.
This is me at any time.
I repeat up to confuse the present with the past and this in the future.
was enough to say a word, but the Queen is
Lutheran
and gives salvation by grace and by faith, not to
actions.
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