Dreaming of the fools 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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Have my flames knew terrifying wings? 
You exploit my terrifying warrior, violently! 
Has my rose stamping on a unknown teacher destroyed ravens..? 
In ancient times I was unfulfilled -- but in the world to come she is sinuous. 
The jewel in the dream resists me. 
Why, why do I howl dreaming of my shaman of frustration, lovingly? 
I oppose a garden dreaming of a flaming razor, violently. 
Has the werebeast beyond the figure accepted their lonely flowers? 
Why, why do I endure darkly beside the loneliness? 
Mourn, stand smilingly! 
Cry appallingly, run! 
Those helpless snowflakes speak flowing from my teacher stamping on a avenging mountain... 
Long, long ago she was authoritarian , yet still at last you are long-lost. 
My spasm searching for a vicious dust is yearning after their sand. 
Through it all my sand resists a totemic oppressor, piteously... 
Yet still the figure within the waterfall of alienation menaces , my rock menaces!

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