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Shaking,
My eyes are wondering on their own on your wall, You asked “why?” and I answered “I have no reason…” On the right side I remember your eyes, Dizzied only by myself, Without a soul in my jaded inside. Without wrinkles on my face, from smile or tears. You dance in dreams, a dance forgot by my dreams, You are blending with my cold mind, Sliding on you side, worthless. Lifeless landscape, I’m laying under your arm, I’m not asking anything, just the word “Curiosity”, Where it was born and where it is buried. Fear of life dawns with the fear of death.
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