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living particles made of color hang light on top of an unknown mountain I do not have any space of time to cry because I maybe miss you there you stand right in front of me at a distance that I can see a clearing made for us is made of us a stage of well fit grass circling us you stand strong long hair maybe a suit resembling iron a suit that is a part of your being you a warrior from timeless time you came to me now to stand across me your gaze that I surrender to validates each particle I am composed of at rest is I innocent pure balance of peace and of joy magnetic is our love all the static is you airy converting all the temporary is I your endless silent gaze is now our unconditional presence made of a posture of standing is one
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
a myth of Air and of Metal