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Recommend me as a body poet?
Soul poet?
I have the happiness of heaven?
The pain of having hell?
I grafted it on myself and let it reproduce?
I translated it into a new language?
Huh? My soul?
We are in the quiet and cool of dawn?
Find your own home?
My voice was tracked?
Where I can't see.
My tongue rolls?
Contact with the world?
I am an ugly poet?
A great poet?
I enjoy the ultimate in happiness?
Still enjoying the abyss of pain?
The former, I wear it on myself to make it youthful forever?
The latter I give it as a rational insistence?
Huh? My soul?
We are on a long and bleak road?
Found a bright future?
My cry is inspiring?
Beyond my imagination?
One of my arms?
Embrace the whole universe.
I gave myself to the dirt.
Let him grow up on the beloved grass
If you need me again
Please find me under your boots.