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Sensing your fleeing traces
Wet lymph incoming

Closer than before
And further
Closer then beyond
And farther

I am in front of you
You, with your shaking breath
We, divided for so, so long
Let our passion
Inflames the wild

Can you see the perfect melting of the colors we are made of?
As the instinct, so the feelings
Makes us burn

In a vortex of rare and infinite cohesion
The throbbing light will scan the ardor
This mad rush to the peak
Will be our mortal blow

As a single vision
A portion of truth is left behind
Since the fruit's been taken, the halves reunite
Two parts of the same thing

This exhausting chase is collimating
Where we are pleasure has no limits

Flying over waves, I'm inspiring
Smells of freedom but now
You are me, I am you
Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow
All we adore, the end

I stare at the perfect shape we design
Vanishing, we can die

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