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Today I had to forge
a new smile. I met a lonely stranger who's aura was rectangular and bright and I felt sad and heavy. Today I counted the many rings of the rigged chains inside my bones... ...cried in despair when tought of your kiss, a kiss full of light, luminescence, power, grown long ago. Maybe I will have to lose so many things like an Iron Fist and an Eagle Feather and a Great Pianist and a Xiaolin Priest and a Lonely Ranger... ...lose the dreams of greatness and smash my fist against the ice. Break the icicles that numb the trendils in which my heart has been confined. Breath slower, dig deeper, burn my nails into sand-like ice: remember the existence of light when I glide among darkness and shut down the despair in it's origins and rescue the child that was forgotten and has a blurred view for eyes. Caress the flower and let the green light fill me... hand by hand... time into time. Smell the piano and it's notes that carry a universe in each one... miss the chance to sneeze and freeze it... join the dance in one more try.
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