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You and I
Mirror
Of my heart,
desert of colours`
voluntary prisoner;
angel walking along the crystalline bridge
counting the fluorescent steps of Fancy`s Fairy…
If I think, I really am... driven away from Plato`s fortress
holding that surreptitious perfume of the unforgettable horizons…
If the hell means the others… honestly, I agree we would like to be our own paradise
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