If in every direction
Life curls round
The doors knob
How come?
This world and her multitude
Of monsters, also
Transplanted, into heaven,
And surrounded
By my eternal love,
Your face is there in all
I see – goddess,
Devil, angel, tree?
If in every direction
Life curls round
The doors knob
How come?
This world and her multitude
Of monsters, also
Transplanted, into heaven,
And surrounded
By my eternal love,
Your face is there in all
I see – goddess,
Devil, angel, tree?
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