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the light is flowing on the naked trees reality is more beautiful than metaphor, I'm thinking while I'm feeling the river of darkness flowing through me faces gestures smiling and forgetting destroying the plenitude of not yet known spring explodes like vitamin bombs in old scars the life waiting to happen begging for us to contemplate I'll never stop dreaming someone else's electrical storms I have to learn how to walk on how to love even more the skeleton of darkness in the hands of time
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Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 8:14 AM UTC
river of darkness
the light is flowing on the naked trees reality is more beautiful than metaphor, I'm thinking while I'm feeling the river of darkness flowing through me faces gestures smiling and forgetting destroying the plenitude of not yet known spring explodes like vitamin bombs in old scars the life waiting to happen begging for us to contemplate I'll never stop dreaming someone else's electrical storms I have to learn how to walk on how to love even more the skeleton of darkness in the hands of time
irinia
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Romanian
Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 8:14 AM UTC
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