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A pen in my hand, a paper in front,
My mind lost and wandering in voids
Voids in which agony dances with pleasure
Voids in which the pain laughs an..
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By 'love', it means 'the feeling of love', not 'a person who is loved'.
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Back to your city,
But what a pity!
There is no "you" in your city.
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A castle of sand
I made with my hand,
Stands tall and high,
But I ask myself why
I wasted my precious time
To commit this needless crime
Of buil..
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Just when it looks like
You're about to match
The colors of Rubik's cube,
And you're about to catch
The long - awaited fish of desire,
And you're..
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Living in a house of finite walls,
We wait for the moment when infinity calls.
And so we mistake some voices of love
To be the call from eternal co..
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Who am I?
Projection of a greater conscience or a soul under hallucinations
The king of the logic or a slave of countless emotions
The love of ..
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