My scratching memories…

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to glare the ashes of burning leaves

the cutting wrist let the blood flew

and howling is just the art of noise

What the thrilled fun the angel

whispering? About love, moan

and distinction the devils crying

of?

to bring the disaster and erruption,

catastrophes, pains and interruption,

the stream of love what humans

are searching for long

The forgotten memories are back then,

when the dusk covered the earth

with flooded red-blood, hot

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