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Something special
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Mediu
There is something special
in the silence of the middle of the night,
the flooding of the soul;
in my arms,
a second moon shows me
just one face of the love,
the other one reflects
an unsubstantial look,
a Time.
I’ll take the circle from my eyes
and I’ll roll it away
to the first star;
I’ll fill out the emptiness
with the double-faced of the ego,
who come down on my shoulders,
at a stretch;
I’m just an illusion,
of a story not given
to vainness.
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