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Fatine Jun 2017
Words evaporating, fading faster than footprints on the sand.
Vanishing before they can be tasted, now forbidden and banned.
Fatine Jun 2017
Like a remote, breathtaking painting... my emotions lost in your two dimensions.
I gaze at your masterpiece reigning, pure blaze in all directions.
Fatine Jun 2017
Hello, dear nymphs of evening, the witnesses of Helios and Nyx's eternal fight.
How come you sound so dreaming, a vision of waves with golden light?
Fatine Jun 2017
Start and sail on the placid blues, like if waters were finally free.
Stop and gaze at the flawless views, the eyes of a dormant sea.

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