write some sketches of truth. Dita
incomplete embrace maimed
what does not belong to anyone.
The Phantom of the air, the dream
concealed and worn-out.
research support for a love.
Happiness in the glass
it evaporates back into the air, and is already
for someone 'else, maybe
however, distracted,
is absent and not participating. The boast
is in essence.
Loneliness is only the terminus of a desired path.
The word is up to you now, but the silence speaks
else.
The sea is covered in the late evening of dark and mysterious,
you hide and hope you come back no more light to dazzle
deficiencies.
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