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Hidden thoughts of my oblivion
Sounds indulge my breath to fall in silences. I leave the world to run around a circle vortex becomes ice. Waiting for the soul, a heart that with a flame dissolves the painful brooding. Parallel lines meet on the inert body In hopes that seem futile and far, I seek you, But reaps only the trembling of fear in my soul.
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