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I used to smile at all your words.
They are like mood's exhaling.
Flexible canvas is of gold
In the bowl of our patience.
It's like the sky - you cannot grasp the bottom.
There are cold stars of the oblivion of autumn.
What separates us - to 'He' and to 'She'?
We are like particles, an anti-gravity...
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