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what you don’t know is that I stopped laughing as long as
your water proof soul is mirroring my face like turbid circles while reflector is trying to lake place when happiness comes into view it finds again endless and shrill echoes of pain what you don’t know is that I stopped crying as long as all of your night ways are crossing the unknown passing over and above me you are glad at dawn because of your laughter my tears are hiding inside myself and spin while you are blinding what you don’t know is that I didn’t stop praying until now and even if my swish body is in front of you in lower my thoughts wreathe a prayer and try to catch the power to run away from you and find some resting places but you are always finding out my traces and your whispers passing from my ears unto brain advise me to steal from the time’s urn and play upon the moment like a thief or else a place for me in your heart will be brief errata created from different species of astral relics fallen from different parts of the sky we intersected on the same plot of land it doesn’t matter that we have different looks scanning ourselves and one another sometimes we can survive sometimes just under-live the crypts are closed bored by waitings while we the tireless forgot to cease deciphering complementarities
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