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ASH AND PERRER
Open your eyes.
Look at the card of tarot with a "Fool"!
It is flying away by your sighs
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From the bottom to Venuse's thigh...
to a girl, black and white, who is standing alone
behind naked ash, in chimera-dress
19+ / 64 striated by numbers
from crashed moonstone.
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Look at her face! Her lips dry, soundless,
dissected by stars fallen from skyey mess...
Her eaves winded by
the old rusty screw she can't close her eyes,
but she's watching through you!
Then look below!
The mesmeric spiral is rolling with woe!
65+ The pocket watch's hanging over her hips...
These are mad times
waiting for a first seed,
innominate arrows are running the pit
of the endless eve...
She is holding a pepper of her own,
covering up the scared palace...
to exchange it for the glorious
rustle of alive leaves 87+ All for her father on the mourn' throne
he can not leave...
Now look at the ash...
14+ It didn't drop heart-shape leaves
to the black heart...
among the all darkness- and light-struck photos the bareness of trees!
55+ There are strong winds swaying ash' limbs.
20+ / 24 It is waiting for rain, for the breeze
to explore a fallen river, catching a cloud
with branches like rods...
11+ / 29 Anticipating the coming red whips of sunset!
They will lure all the hues F