推 buma::) 09/13 16:59
silence fills the darkened space
two dimensional soil with invisible dried up cracks.
standing behind the silence, that fleeting thing called life.
like the pondering in a city called Restaurant:
Why can't we garden for our own produce,
or let my slave pet (or more correctly the pet who enslaves me)
deliver the fruits and vegetables harvested in its garden?
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