So gentle to speak
making words, talking graves
unless to us,it seems so dramatic,
picking up the piece's of where we left off
to the left side,where an angel had cried
the most of us can't disguise who or what we really are
If the past is what defines us,then what of what the future has to
if say
if we eat to the eyelashes of the infinite
than drink the loneliness of a soul
then comes glory,of the highest control
make no suggestions and except no regrets
we are the original ones
that will never forget...
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