Scratches of love
Scribbled our pages
wounds of anatomy
made labyrinth cavities
Honey! ... yesterday
Is not ours to recover-But
yet today you come.
Strings of life wont lost
Every seconds
calls....
For absolute respect past
Now i belongs to
neither race or anyone else
This way....lives
Moan of the wind
going to pass.
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