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I used to think too much within this detached torpor

Sat with you, sun-drenched by radiant limpidness

Exalting vibrations of positivism emanate from your perfect nature

The intermittence of stirring lips reminds me of

Figh frantically demanding

To breathe

The way they danced made me believe you were speaking

Stories you have been telling for hours

Words aligned in a slogan of absurdities

The word interpreted by your materialist

Constitution came from your

Deepest sentiment (I don’t exist) Obviously you have been gifted with the most

precious piece of the puzzle

An emblem can be artistic and attractive but its meaning can be aimless and

Unreasonable

Sporadic abstractions

Through your fractionized sculpture, your world intertwines with mine

Resulting in something horrendous

The last dance is just another story

The last dance is just another story…