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just this flat sentence i cant say
like a pair of souls lost in a cup
when no skies are dry enough
an entire world is about to comply to the gift.

lost togheter like an imense warp
ravaging through the spines
a cordless gift that appears
rumors of the future lamb disapear

power emerges from all centers
resting bones among the helpless
fighters surrender to the deep
dwelling forever for the lost word.

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