He wanted to become a narcissist.
Glanced at her with curious eyes.
She was a freshwater lake.
A lake, where he could see the full moon
In the midnight.
Antinature discovered his passion,
Spoiled his lake.
Comrades, who wish to become a narcissist?
Where are the lakes you can see your own faces?
Where are the lakes you can see a full moon?
Antinature, a form of terror, a toxic terror.
My romance is always with the lakes,
The lake-mirrors where the narcissist would end.
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