I was dangling, on a supreme height. I wanted to try to go down but that inhuman strength gripped me with a fiery thread, the same thread that emerges from the leaves of August on the wheat fields.
sharp weapons kill my soul, I can not find the safe place inside of me anymore.
I loved the cure. I loved that woman, I loved her with all my being
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