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each one of us is a swing
like an hunged ball
like a windy flag
like the untold above
holy misery holy sadness
borrow me ashes and dust
dropping from the ceiling is the past
harvest.burning.reflections.squirting or not.
amazed persons.

there is a shape for dreams
there is a shape for fear and desire
for hunger to be loved
so these days are an evolution for everyone,
true love and crazy cats

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