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In the cocoon of intimacy
you may weave the same magic, raise the spirits
in a suave chemistry,
I dream about it in every breath I take
when I go to sleep.
That's not the right moment to think
about the hungry people and pale faces
the story with terrible problems, the lost love
and the effect of dying as
they curse and slay each other.
Our stars are so strong, each time
night unfolds the puffy cheeks
the connection in soul level,
hide the wound and suffering,
supporting this lighter life in ecstasy.
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