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One day I saw a fear in the eyes of the clown dancing in the middle of my dream selling prescribed grief the short cut of knife that forbade to breathe the caravans of life |
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The marriage of nothingness and greyness was joy with short bursts of laugh dying on the lips of mourness those trying not to avoid the path leading to the unstoppable will of survive |
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A god's cold face stone that marks miles of our life |
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Fragile like withered leaves overgrown with the moss they are trying to imitate a divine ship a velvet hulk that is struggling against the wind and being torn by desires of astorm |
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I saw the face of god so crumpled like a sheet wich remainds me of the night awake |