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In my dreams of him
there are no tears and droolings
no five pence pissed offness
only a feeling
a voice
a connection.

A sigh shimmers love.

The memory of him made me cry beside you
and I do admit my haiku's sometimes telling of the past
My songs swing imaginings in minor with the vibrato of roseguns:
constantly belated peanosefunk
as each lick celibrates a ray in the heart.

I get lost in the screams of my subconcious:
horrorcries, deathpuffs I carry with me
my back against a wall
in black, lowmind of mine.

One day I will learn to fly in my dreams
and shall no longer wake up to the evil drop towards concrete
With bloody eyes I feel alienated beside you
and my snaketonguelove moves to two directions
making me, too, sizzle.

I am lifting my foggy eyes
only to look at you
suddenly to find
there are just us two.

Laitoin tämän käännöksenkin tänne, kun oli kuulemma parempi....
Kirjoittanut mää eli Mira M, 14.1.2007