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The mirror changes nothing and keeps the color
You are not here by my side and I crave
Could I return to the room that has no echoes?
Reality beckons me into summer; between the houses no one wants you
 
It has diminished
I take a pen to paper
joy and relief erupt on the pages
Traveling from room to room in my living temple I found myself
 
Purplish like the sunrise
Lips opening to kiss
I see trees between the slivers of darkness
The first bus stops and I get on-board
 
Who is this innocent figure waiting for me
with open arms
beguiling tingling feeling, this is true
I wish I was awake

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