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and rain ...

How much rain is killing me. She hides the skyline. I walk in darkness. My path is lost.
Another step.
I would embrace life, the sun, my friend. The rain hides me tomorrow and tarnishes the present. Everything seems futile and calls fall into silence, the voice is drowned and bends.
My heart beats.
is decided. I face the rain, I face the wind rather than to bow to fear. I will advance through the haze, rather than allowing clouds and darkness invading my present.
is decided. My loneliness is another. My expectations have other shores. I do not lose anything because I did not win that one could take away. With my short-lived and my treasures, I will build my life to her house one day. There. Elsewhere. Where it name.

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dancer * thou

It draws on your body momentum voluptuous, feeds on ephemeral in perfumes and voice capture. It takes your soul these drops in your life, savoring the gold, the drink to the dregs.

It gives your silences the powerful melody of his being, his distant transplant, won all its sorrows, its burdens and tears which he did not say that word, which he said only tear for choose to do your eyes as the ephemeral joys of distant.
is shared. It is his forgetfulness. The dancer of your soul is light and fleeting. But O how his chains hold your screams. *
inspiration there

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In counting days, the dizziness come over you. So many hours to act in a vacuum of minutes added to the calculation of nothing monstrous, seconds after a that may already be no more.

So you inebriated your senses, drops skin friendly, perfumes your evening. Tomorrow is another place that belongs to you more. Tomorrow is a distance that you already squeezed.

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the fleeting days of signature body

I go to you, you gather, let me go with you and carry

and in this exchange and this game of "I"

my body took shape

my senses have taken shape

my body has joined my head

and my words you say.