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poetic fragment, "September rain"
2015-09-01 / 詩
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September rain
The galaxy dwelling
Deep in my ears
Would tell me, circling fiercely
That the silence has its own sound too. yet
September rain is different.
Pub the galaxy in deep-purple neon
Begins where the city ends,
Ends where it begins.
All in September rain.
My walking down fast the Namgin street
With no umbrella,
The ears whisper,
The rain is sweet, smells sweet for themselves.
And today’s topic was money in the pub the galaxy.
Good isn’t lucrative.
Profitable
Is always just evil.
Inconveniently I also belong to the evil.
Nevertheless even a small-scaled bad guy like me
Takes part in demos,
Brought to the dead
For my ears possessing the galaxy.
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