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 Mar 2019 Ilya Krivonosov
unloved
we’ll meet under the tree
when sunset will dissapear
a place where time will set us free
there will be just you and me
our eyes will finally meet
to tell us the truth
if we are the person in each others dream
Everything is everything
Which sounds pretty irrelevant
Unless the element
That you are sensing
Is an elephant
In rooms, in tombs, in runes, it looms

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