I watch the clouds on a given day and I realize the time I spend staring at a canvas on my desires and sleepy aged. Do not pass. Remain. And you're there you'd like to find new ones, but that mischievous life that every day you chase do not want to know. Still as never before, your eyes glistening with sweat looking at other eye drops those that cover the sea.
I have something to say. Got something to me.
What remains.
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