Are we getting closer or moving away? Somewhere in between
life and this world, here I am trembling with heart gasping, crying and calling
you. Our self-ordains have been washed out and I remain as the smell of the
soil. Thoughts into thoughts mixed up but in between I got a way to tell you
that who you are and what we are. Shaping these thoughts is less than nothing
but living into.
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