I used to think too much - Within this detached torpor - Sat with you, sun-drenched by radiant limpidness - Exalting vibrations of positivism emanate from your perfect nature - The intermittence of stirring lips reminds me of fish frantically demanding to breathe - The way they danced made me believe you were speaking - Stories you have been telling for hours - Words aligned in a slogan of absurdities - The world interpreted by your materialist constitution came from your deepest sentiment (I don't exist) - Obviously you have been gifted with the most precious piece of the puzzle - An emblem can be artistic and attractive - But its meaning can be aimless and unreasonable - Sporadic abstraction - Through your fractionized sculpture - Your world intertwines with mine - Resulting in something horrendous - The last dance is just another story.
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