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Wandering, passion full of reality deep, moving in motion, forgetting, just motions expression, time breathes out every cell, though someone says evil chains infect you from end to main, telling you insane, eyes wander through the moment, your life is breathing, skin sometimes grows and gets older

Knives on the table clatter while people force and dishone you

Breathing life like wind, body transfers movement, light shining out your actions, though fading and disolving, touches the future, in a divine moment more real than time, nothing else is seen nothing else is life

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