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It was a non-beginning. 
You were there. 
How much do you know 
about this aggression, when 
the emperor was getting 
ready for self-destruction? 

The heat of a bullet breaks, 
the alien chest. I grab the 
soft music of heartache― 
and release the waterbirds.Now 
the eyes will see the― 
dawn of mind, and my little 
dust will fly over the blue blood. 

A man covers his mouth 
with a strip of cloth. 
He wants to talk to a laughing Buddha.