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I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars, 
while death was always near, 
circling the house. 

The network of sorrow, 
beams to world. 
Can symmetry of pain 
provide a plank for the sinking mind? 
I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact. 
The fear, the anxiety, 
empowers the animal look. 

An uncovered seed sprouting into 
tiny root on my hand 
starts a conspiracy. 
People talk about the meditation, 
and senile body shrinks. 
There is a song above the sorrow and 
freedom from the assassination of ideologies. 
Hold my arm!