Up high where the soul whitens
luminescent and naked the bold night
twilight wanderers roll up the hill
screams laughters echoes of you and the endless light, surrender to the dazed
crisp embrace of illusions. Oh dear daring
epileptic operator
let us walk out let us walk on
magnetic ways force coincidence perhaps but
I'll switch the tide, wash the eyes of the statues
I'll live look listen.
hear here injection of specific significance.
there are of course occasional technical or electronic errors in programming
then they begin touching
and the ultimate
LOVE
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