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Clear Water

In a river of clear water, Pure and sterile. No thoughts, or desires, Only passes. Just exist over nothing, Freedom of conceptions. It takes only a body mass. But where? Nothing matters. All resume in nothing. Swimming on these waters, No traces of the old humanity. Will go nowhere, Or; in the beginning of the life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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