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15:38

THE GAME OF MYSELF AND SOFT SHAPES

when its dark  desire
admire to  make
mistake,
         the machine has gone
         too far
         from the realm.
i’m into the state of the truth,
will run the game,
the  level of  myself.
     look around the sky,
     invoking  the big 3.
     blood  did not run along this world ,
                             the mind of oxygen .
my open mind might mistake ,
but you should not mistake me.
my  roots makes me growing.
  you’re from the two souls
  from which all  of the  3 came once.
                          there’s more to say ,
                          more that I couldn’t do,
                                                    that is true.
                                                    truth is my fault.
                          yet I love to talk to  you
                          you know  that nothing
                          names the tides of our  observer .
otherwise our  partial love
is more than play a soft parade
                of light
                of anticipation
                                      that’s when the game is over.

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