shattered thoughts on a library table
Turn my eyes from the glittering outside
enticing it is to look from outside
alluring it is to hold in our hearts
but
crouching it is when you really made it yours
turning back several times
it was the only straightway to the linear point
there is the convergence of minds
to be illuminated by the meta mind
crashes, trash, and all the more ashes
she fainted in the polluted land of memories
the land, where she rooted once and uprooted latter
but being in the unknown land
made her better herself
content, sound and immaculate

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