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Entrance visa for your own space
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To circumvent the moment

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by [cam ]

2006-10-18  |   

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what you don’t know is that I stopped laughing as long as

your water proof soul is mirroring my face
like turbid circles while reflector is trying to lake place
when happiness comes into view it finds again
endless and shrill echoes of pain

what you don’t know is that I stopped crying as long as

all of your night ways are crossing the unknown
passing over and above me you are glad at dawn
because of your laughter my tears are hiding
inside myself and spin while you are blinding

what you don’t know is that I didn’t stop praying until now

and even if my swish body is in front of you in lower
my thoughts wreathe a prayer and try to catch the power
to run away from you and find some resting places
but you are always finding out my traces

and your whispers passing from my ears unto brain
advise me to steal from the time’s urn and play
upon the moment like a thief
or else a place for me in your heart will be brief

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created from different species of astral relics
fallen from different parts of the sky
we intersected on the same plot of land
it doesn’t matter that we have different looks
scanning ourselves and one another
sometimes we can survive sometimes just under-live
the crypts are closed bored by waitings
while we the tireless forgot to cease
deciphering complementarities

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