I find curious the way the night gets inside the recepient that we call body
How every corner of our bodies turns black
the natural feeling of loosing sight sec by sec
the jump we do in total confidence that the abism is not going to eat us
the memorie of the last face i saw when im forgetting the dreams i had
the confused soul that for a heart beat leaves our presence and gets back scolded to where it belongs...
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