I decide to visit the old daysthat gave me the purest smileinstead of the cursed constellations.I find a Dry Slice of fearso that I can learn to love again,slowly, without haste.Kiss my threadbare heart, lie next tomy exhausted soul.Feel how fate sings a balladrobbed of words.The dawn that is dying ..
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