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I dream my poem. I poem my dream.

I often think I am a glitch in the system I have feelings I should not have What does this world With cold cold stars With cold cold logic Care a..

found a sun down there; And there was a moon; They called it that way; Moon; There was a sky; Some bright spots That shone especially in the n..

And then without flowers: Lemon tree, Mandarin tree, Red roses Perfumes and butterflies arms. «What would life be?»