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poonrit

the world has ended at the 80s, and you know that; everything after is just a fine simulation; no any pop song can reach that peak of, some forty years ago; had you been, always; in the same old sweet dream? no dawn, only dusk; be freezed; as your needed.

poonrit

ปลายขอบฟ้าไม่สิ้นหยุดสุดขอบฟ้า จุดหมายตาคว้าไขว่ไม่อาจถึง เหนือยอดเขามียอดเขาเฝ้าคะนึง ความคิดถึงก็ซับซ้อนยอกย้อนมา เป็นขอบฟ้าซ่อนขอบฟ้าหาความหมาย เป็นอีกหลายเรื่องเล่าให้เฝ้าหา สะท้อนเงาก้องเสียงนั้นวันเวลา สุดขอบฟ้ายอดขุนเขาเราเคยเยือนฯ

poonrit

the strom is never over, the heart is never be in rest; anxiety and paranoid is normal; delirious and insecured is a good demon; dying young is immortal; inevitable monsoon; just the one like you; just the another last, dragged forever, no better, though.

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inevitably, the strom has come; you try to be survive after this beautiful monsoon; keep yourself warm and dry; still have the faith and believe; for some reasons, you have deserved to receive; inevitably; you will never die, for some reasons, that's why.

poonrit

ดวงตาคั่งคุโชนในคืนมืด ดวงใจชืดเยียบเย็นเช่นน้ำแข็ง คมกรงเล็บเชือดบาดปาดทิ่มแทง คืนวันแห่งการล่าแสนท้าทาย ลืมสายลมแห่งความหลังครั้งทักถาม ลืมโมงยามในคันฉ่องครั้งส่องฉาย ก่อนร้อยกรองร้องบรรเลงเพลงเรียงราย ก่อนความหมายทอดเสียงเอื้อนเหมือนทำนองฯ

poonrit

you are lucky enough to be given; days of being wild; the saturated scarlet; the faded palimpsest; eschewed and reminded as time goes by; no anything is better than what had happened; nights of reluctantly weaved the togetherness; you may keep your smile.

poonrit

long time after this you may know; the intrinsic that is reluctant to show; at the rainbow's end; in the commencement of the revenge; the message is sent, all the way; before the ash gets cold; at least your flesh and bones will be wormed by the last ray.

poonrit

you lose your wish in the watercolour sky; you leave your passion with the overdue appetite; you blind your sight by the promising sign; countless stars; perpetual fire; a thousand suns; a million desires; riding; hands are soaring; when the moon shines.

poonrit

drifting over the topography; your boat has been attracted into the tunnel; your unconscious has tried to find the memory; reaching to the vast field of dream; the laugh and scream is semi-symmetry; echoed; goodbye and hello has weaved into the tapestry.

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echoed from the past, bitter from the throat; how long have you showed up, in a form of a faceless ghost? the end of the earth is an obvious intimacy, at least for a while; your days have been being inevitably dyed, into an unavoidably, transparent coat.

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once you were roaming in a mantra; at the centre of the maze you were disappear; your accidental leap is finally falling in a sutra; you are again, so far, standing at the apex of all fears.