Talent Hizashi Yamasaki 
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These poems that I wrote.
I wait for joy to him of him.


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Friday, June 20, 2003

 

I Breathe And die Hot Profit

When you change pitch
of the characteristic dance,
and rhythm
you play
in the atmospheric emptiness

Idyllic minds
function
in the white ink
which creates the tenth dollar

It is drawn up
with circle
and the phenomenon advances

this evening it ends
under the bathroom
from the fire of the earth
where I have lived

I receive the heat
I being last, tonight end
I have lived because
I breathe and die hot profit


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