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日々積もる雪は紅く窓の淵 排疎
罅  廃れる空　灰色

未だ果てぬ終わりを

溶ける燭台の埃　微睡む懐郷を
消さないで　消えないで　昏い夢

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照らす額装の灯り
褪せた平衝の鮮明は　揺らぐ礎に
攫えぬ思いを結いだ

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血に曇る愉快な兆し 踊る国 乖離
陽に仕立てた指 彼方

裂けた裾のジャガード

綴る弔鐘の御伽 戸惑う祭場を
織り重ね 織り交ぜて 眩む針

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縢る尖塔の刃先 月を吸い込んで
刺し留めた漫ろ目 永久に
萎れた蕾を愛していた

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The snow piling up day by day,

red on the windowsill, an isolated world
Cracks in a grey deserted sky, a yet unfinished end

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Dust on a melting candlestick
Don’t put out this sleeping nostalgia 
Don’t let it go out, these fleeting dreams

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The glow of the shining picture frame
The clarity of fading balance on shaking foundations
Bound to thoughts that cannot be stolen

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Omens clouded with blood, a dancing land estranged
Fingers made by the sun now distant, the torn hem of a jacquard skirt

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A written fairy tale of funeral bells,

a bewildering ceremonial site
Woven together with dazzling needles

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The blade of a stitched-up spire, I breath in the moon
Restless eyes sewn together, forever
I once loved a withered bud

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