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I care not to dream of blue doors and yellow fields
They were at best memories of a moment no longer exists
And yet, the harder I try the easier it is…
Going home with the summer breeze
You
Kept me sane, fragile, still
Absent the moon, I stared at the sun afraid of secret things
Watched the birth of darkness with its light within
Breathing uncontainable fire, the smells of your lips
The taste of your lips
Those, I cannot resist…

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