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Clandestine.


...in the underground.

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 "In these lines we ought to walk. In squares we expire. The line brakes in 4. We expire".
5  a.m.
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"But it's hard, it is not safe. When all the world is perfect, the colors now fading. The Sun, so maliciently, unveiling the masks... And my will shatters like a cutting glass, which stains profoundly the whiteness of it all, so inmaculate"

 
5 a.m.


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Start unveiling your skies as the light pours inside.

The Day arrives and crushes Me.

3 thousand hours time.

And I recall the celluloid memories
materialize and taste of bitter.

...And now the wait seems so everlasting.

A space left, carved on the wood.
Resemble now...

The Day arrives and crushes Me.
3 thousand hours time.

...And such predictions leave me cold.

Current Mood:
calm calm
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