nice poem. we can feel your atmosphere and I give you a poem as a comment
when your vein blow the spirit of fire
you will burn your soul
fly into the sky
then jump into a swam.
you will dive in the mud
your eyes will be covered it If your hand didn't remove.
Then you realize you have both hand
so you swam and rub your face.
Look at the bank of swamp and you will find friends of you
together accompany in matrial art.
warm regard from Central Java indonesia
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