Nothing binds me to anything. I want fifty things at once. With an anguish of longing hunger for flesh What I do not know who is - By undefined definitely ... Restless sleep, and live in a restless dream For restless sleepers, half dreaming. I closed all the doors and abstract required. Curtains ran every chance I could see the street. No cross found in the port number they gave me. I woke up to the same life that had fallen asleep. Until I dreamed armies suffered defeat. Even my dreams felt false to be dreamed. Until the desired life just fills me - until this life ... I understand the disjointed intervals; I write for lapses of fatigue; And that is boring to the boring throws me to the beach. I do not know what fate or future incumbent upon my affliction without a rudder; I do not know that the southern islands can not wait for me shipwrecked; or palm of literature at least give me a verse. No, I do not know this, or something else, or anything else ... ...
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