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Jan 2016
There is no way my thoughts can be changed.

We fear there is something unknown
the secret we share keeping its owns
the point that we feel we miss
the endless rope we seem to be bound with.

We know this is not a common dot
a weak connection traveling where our fingers cross
a perfect edge ready to cut our threads
the ones that we care so much of.

After all
after all the insanity passed
i knew that my mind
rested in the exact same borderline
as yours had.
Written by
dpm
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