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25.2.10

Within-Inside

When the time we're running
The flowers are a gift what no more happy

The dream is short and tired
My legs no longer walk

Even so, I am against them
Even so, I am against them

Against them in space
Against them in the if ash

It is true that is almost real ... shudder
My legs no longer walk more.

ED

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