Talk to me.
As if soon we'd disappear.
What if my sky is yours?
Simply.
Where we start just isn't clear.
Intertwined strings of nerves, curves.
So stop where you standing and look at the stones.
They're
Probably waiting for the return
Of
Something that was here longer than light.
Bring all your courage!
Take
All
Your time!
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