Last time i found myself in deserted place
but I wasn't alone
It's hunting me down
i sit in giggle
perspiring in dread
I keep running, keep scuttles out
Though, this loner desert rose kept appearing.
I re-spite in exhausted and eventually
fell in lucid dream
I was in asylum filled with ornament vases of diverse kind of flower
I watch it grow old in melancholic lullaby
I was---happy.
but it's not for long
I'm awake and
ready to run again.
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