In my head
There are Worlds
Painted purple and green
And sometimes red
Like dragons feet's nail enamel
Polished and dry
Long six meters and sharp
Touching the cells of my brain
Scratching
Until the blood starts dripping
In my head...
The Worlds do not fight with each other
They gather at the fire of the Dragon's breath
And Light the cigarette
In my head...
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