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"Eggs"
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Other Am I the one?
Is it for me?
Am I there now?
Is this for real?
For is never and never is,
Gone and turn,
If he can't ever be,
Brother will dawn.
The love is uncertain,
Until the eggs of shadow will release,
Given to sleep if by now,
Until the eggs of dying avenue,
Tomorrow the lovers can,
~rest~
Then I shall return with
The lovers of
~best~
-Miyapro (Lo Ruhamah)
Something's wrong, disturbed. It scares me.
Of course I could be getting the wrong messege completely, and missing the point, but it seems dizzying.
Still, even though I cannot fully understand it, I can see it's a beautiful poem.
I have no clue what this poem is saying to me. It is very confusing. But maybe that's the point...scrambled?
I like boiled eggs.