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#4
#4
mirage mirage, where would I ever go?
THEY LIV
VE!
She suffered when I looked glad, and the world fell.
She suffered when I looked glad, and the world fell.
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On my way to salvation, I saw a body on the side of the road, that of a small bird. Lost his way no doubt. I cradled it in my hands and set it free to the unknown and the implicit. It came back for love and gave me a bead. Colour of the ocean and the grass growing on the side of my empty house. I flew with him, and fell down as I caught a cold in the clouds.
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what am i? a sickening pound of flesh from the low ages of conscience, dripping life from its pores and sucking stars out of their eyes
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re?
A ny wa y y slime w ill ge and spe a k o f u truths.
yo u wa n t it, the et flawl ess u n a l te ra ted
.ENOD .ENOD
Š 2017 LÊa Morales-Chanard