Go there with you, be as a part of you. I want to return to your arms in the infinity edge of the sharp truth. Then lie down beside you while you take the hand of lost stories, ancient tales and verses of invocation. I hold the smoke you exhale, groping around me while covering the atmosphere of sorrow and dreams of active worlds beyond the threshold of eternal vision of the new men. Completely emptying the bottle of my memories to the coarseness of the emptiness of the words would be the meaning of your presence, I feel here.
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