Thursday, March 06, 2003
Dregs, my life ounce
The arresting space is very great.
The old memories of the deep socket.
That last vagrant has each life hid by spiderweb.
Have the program of practical mind sojourning.
Inactive nooks is the caverns where now vibrating in gloom,
Dregs,
My life ounce.
The souls of my material objects
Are the patterns of my last blood.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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