March 2011
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Desert's Unrest
My love is the ocean of blue tiny diamonds
My love is the pieces of raw bloody flesh
My love is inherited Mayan calendar
It’s blooming it’s booming it’s near to the end.
Beginning is wind playing cloth in the desert
It’s fresh like milk from the breast of a mother
My love, end is death, and the death is a nature
And we are the sand of desert’s unrest.
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