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I nearly overdosed on bad memories

Slipping into crazed coma,

Gutted by a shame sword.

Yet after such distasteful reflections

I found solace in the stream of light

Like a fervent futureworld choir:

Fates throned upon hopeful horizon,

The trees are eternal green dragons

Thrashing passionate leaves.

Fruity perfumes in a tender breeze!