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And there we stood,
in silence Holding our future, tight in our arms strange and alone one next to the other * There, at the border Of that second to let, bathing in violet light caught in the precious moment of our hearts one with the sea * On that high shore we stood, fighting our thirst contemplating our future death in the fight of the waves embracing the green feet of the cliff * There we said it all until our silence became a wall and the cry in our voices became a cloud and we flew like kites with strings and rags (offerings for the storm) * That storm was born for us to wash us of ourselves and of the shadows falling in a rhythm reminding me of hearts chasing away seconds and of imaginary herds of waves drowning us into the dusk.
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