The sound of the train crosses the tracks, brings me so far. Unfathomable purposes. Irrational disbelief. Absolute affirmation, in a tired eyes to normal. I climbed down. Thoughts rolling. A quiet chords. Gone so soft melody. Now, the writings are looked back, portraits nest, a steady rain. Exile to be. Live alone in an empty building. Hall of mirrors that span. Only our voices sound behind the stairs, to the uncertain plant is a limit to return the landscape at sunset inaccurate. In the distance. Inhabit. Is real the white wall, steel door, the key and waiting. Wake up. Landscape in the eyes and back, the future is accentuates white water rises to a gray sky, while we, tomorrow, in a memory ...
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