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Dance of the wounded
Tonight is this year's first fog in the city .It's smell approaches me through the crevices on bottom of window frames .
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Our days of memories forbid me to sleep . My eyelids heave with the excitement at which my thoughts want to celebrate your immortality within me .My eyelashes are too heavy with tears to be lifted up .
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I am reminded of the time when I was so scared of the water...