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‎Friday, ‎September ‎05, ‎2014

Only the wind that chased me
Stung my eyes and the breathe
But only the cold it could give
I rather not leave or the heavy shield
My hand not for the weep,
They kiss the line of warmth in imaginary scene
My naked feet not for the resting leap
Chose nothing but the path of end.

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