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senses high enough to be heard:
the silhouette steps by the door and I can hear the heart beat hesitating I guess there is the night I should remember that night of emptiness and delight you,scrutinizing me and listening the raindrops falling apart then she entered the space unbounded like my teeth that apple of sorrow taking the bait of silence and that neverending flow of conscious dreams
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