My poetry: There is nothing new

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Your wishes and my random nature
River's first love floated in the chest
The color of your sudden arrogance
The full moon comes again and the two of them wake up at night.
The red kite is flying far away from my controller
I sent it in a perforated purple envelope with yarn
Because your wishes are gathered there in the afternoon
In the evening the letter returns in the name of more darkness.

The last days of the year are more morning ferries
I go out alone then a handful
Let's walk like a purposeless drunk for a while
A little effort, but in the end the futile agitation of the crows.

There is nothing new in this world
Only fighting game this fall.

𝓣𝓗𝓐𝓝𝓚 𝓨𝓞𝓤