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Face on a pillow Mind diving into the deepest ground Unable not to live the moment Where a storm of questions and a dark hole of clues are given Lights blurring the vision of mine Illuminating my fear of fading to a desire Unconsciously releasing it all Senseless that one can never be sure of himself.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Midnight
Face on a pillow Mind diving into the deepest ground Unable not to live the moment Where a storm of questions and a dark hole of clues are given Lights blurring the vision of mine Illuminating my fear of fading to a desire Unconsciously releasing it all Senseless that one can never be sure of himself.
Nefelibata
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
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