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far away the vibrations could foreshadow


a train draining along the way


the gap between today and yesterday


easily approaching there is the shine that we had


when the grip in our hands....


was stronger than present....


for the green fields in our eyes ....


have seen no rain during the soul drought....


in our so beloved garden ....


the grids have stretched ....


there are limbos growing everywhere....


my words have turned silent....


there has been no use ....


but explaining is hard to do....


salvation during the stir ....


of accompanied solitude and silent screams....


and the hunger for the warmth touch or your skin ....


lonely day lasting battles ....


have concluded in a vibrating rail ....


the results is the approaching full march impact....


turning words into gestures ....


no longer I could hear the echoes....


no longer I could hear I ....


the consistence is stale ....


there is no longer a bright star in your eyes....


just a vague hope ....


that transits on and off....


bringing ashes with scents ....


faces I could no longer recognize....


the rail vibrates louder....


taking over my body ....


everything dissolves....


into a big bizarre glow....


……. I could no longer .. tell . ....


.. ..


Where do I end .. or where do I began……

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