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I'm knocking on unforgiving doors
while your face is becoming more and more truthful losing itself among the shapeless things we call reality I cannot remember a time when we used to be silent when each of your smiles was so unapparent almost fading into the surreal sunset every gesture hanging calmly on the wire of my secret dream simple things amazed us with their music strangers were we and strangers we are embracing the lying estranged bodies we call our own were we happy in this silent world that buried us in a forest of pillars and didn't show the way out? I see no expectations in the future the horizon is blunt and foggy the dialogue interrupted between the lines no one but I and my mirror crushed on the shore by your private island of infinite shallowness
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