ever in the arms, the comprised sky !
empty hand sometimes, slid off
the edge, life is the name
of rising falling wave,
ever circle of
familiar
faces, sometimes, the loneliness of
centuries, do not look me
in a way that I lose
myself, some
option
should be before sinking, somehow
life desires to absorb the
tender rays of
aliphatic
dawn !
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