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at that moment we both knew
that we shall have a day just for us when we should wake-up before everyone and like this, barefooted, we were climbing holding our hands until the acquiescense of my god in front of the sun got us caught kneelers to ancient stones me and you - a perfect geometry of soul and body *** you, god! this man is mine cause in his palms I found body`s perfection the treasure`s map all the pirates are longin` for in his blood my death and my ressurection are the way I rest only in his rib breathing into his soul the all of me where he took me I found my missing parts which I cannot lost anymore *** if you are not an invention, god than this woman is mine my song is coming from her because noone gossips anymore that I will never find that one I knead her into my thought`s dough and I waited until I found her in that morning sleeping near me like she was born from my soul`s underground which she was cuddling like a kid does with a plush toy and suddenly the god infered from the shadow of a melting stone soft, he whispered to my left eye ,,don`t drop me!`` he was the god
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