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Life has never looked inside the hazel of your amber eyes / it has gently placed a thousand burning suns inside your irises and closed them shut until you mustered the courage to open them up / and up, up, up life lifts you from the hem of your torn shirt / and leaves a sweet trail of honey dripping skin along the small of your back / back, back, back, it retraces its steps to find the origin / of this mesmeric evolution before everything dissolves and fades / fades, fades, fade like the memories you will leave behind when you reach the corners of your grave.
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