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Litterateur

           REDEFINING WORLD


              I WALK ON DEAD LETTERS




           I came to the world
           crying
           I lived crying
           I’d like to leave
           With a smile
           Like Mona Lisa


                               Stay at wherever you are
                               Love is a strange event
                               If you are present, it will be present too
                               If you are not, it will be present more..



            When you open the newspaper,
            A rocket jumps out
            The corpses who afraid of graves
            Are hidden behind you
            Their voices are red sirens
            There are many jet planes on the table
            The planes break the sound barrier in the
            room
            You get a trench behind your desk
            And warn them to go back inside the
            newspaper

            You crawl
            And roll up the newspaper,
            Then pretend to be asleep
            With such a newspaper no window can be
            cleaned.




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