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His path was forged by the rocks of the road.
Her smile was like the midday light that mince the haze, in a reverie of mirrors, in a magnetic derivation.
His inner storms formed her serene image, in seaweed and terror; in a slept sun and empty arms.
She was like a blind child child playing with stones, electricity and dead leaves of ivy.
He just was a wound that couldn't be healed...
"You'll be like a light that will light my way..."
She was settled in the ample celestial welkin; in the ribs of the immense sky of the dead daughters.
As a constellation she was settled.
He became wild nocturnal creature, or galvanic reaction.
Far and estranged from the worldly theatre, their garden it keeps immutable; haunted by her amorous light.
By his animalized pantings.
Will this horrible despondency, this nightmare without an end disappear one day?
"You'll be like a light that will light my way."
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