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lights.

When the whistle
unheard
soul
the contours of the dream of every figure vanished into thin air

the senses are silent, leaving the space to watch endless.

Of all that has taken the steps your
remains the wake of Albatros distracted

pushed away out of boredom and wanting only in heaven and in heaven
still be painted.