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She wrote: "I feel as if you could read inside my soul but you're far away and this is the worst injustice that life has given me".
The makeup, flaking, was turning her face into a grotesque mask.
She picked up with both hands the silence that surrounded her as she drank the 'miraculous medicine' that takes away all the pain of the past and all the joys of the future.
Hence she fell in the first sleep without nightmares of her life which, ironically, led her to the death.
The makeup, flaking, was turning her face into a grotesque mask.
She picked up with both hands the silence that surrounded her as she drank the 'miraculous medicine' that takes away all the pain of the past and all the joys of the future.
Hence she fell in the first sleep without nightmares of her life which, ironically, led her to the death.
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Eclipsed Dreams
The colored leaves do not make up anymore for the colorless world which I perceive. Once more I scribble some words onto paper but cannot grasp a single meaning of the work. And I ask myself again, what could have been? If you were the person that I made up you to be, a false perception that I so carefully stitched together. Maybe I am better off alone but the spark won't extinguish-
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In the distance I see a beauty
Again the pastures, but no caravans nor place of resting nor settlement my hunger rattles like insects I know I must find an illusive figure, known as the “psychiatrist” There are so many endless staircases and rock lifts operating in the mountains and meadows despite no power The stern fellow and aging woman I travel with pin me down as we cross the cliffed world in a false alarm duck and cover maneuver At the edges of this endless trek I see a gemini of myself floating in the air both blurred and just without reach suggesting something other than I prescribed Along the trail exist, are serene guitar string players offering musical sanctuary to which I am briefly astonished they exist in different planes of existence across from the other but I know they shall meet in harmony some day those female players all with the same face Deeper we travel along the ranges massive mesh fences pass the borders of the sky on which mad youths cling to and climb feral lads locked
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all that you ever hear is good-bye
and I know that I've said not to worry but you're convinced that that was a lie just like I know when I say I'm sorry all that you ever hear is good-bye yes, I know that you watch me here bleeding and you wish that you could make it stop but I turn to the verses repeating trying to become that which I'm not still I see your concern for the cages that I've penned for myself and my heart and the tone that I've left on the pages as my days and much more fell apart and I know that I've said not to worry but you're convinced that that was a lie just like I know when I say I'm sorry all that you ever hear is good-bye yes, I know that you watch me here bleeding and you wish that you could make it stop though you know that this is what I'm needing to become that which I know I'm not still I see your tears for each the scars left that I've carved on this sleeve and my heart I was only ever trying my best as my days and much more fell apart and I know that I've said not to worry but you're
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[Lei scrisse: "mi sento come se tu mi leggessi dentro... però sei lontano... e questa è la peggiore delle ingiustizie che la vita mi abbia regalato".
Il trucco, sfaldandosi, stava trasformando il suo viso in una maschera grottesca.
Raccolse a piene mani il silenzio che la circondava, mentre beveva la 'medicina prodigiosa' che porta via tutto il dolore del passato e tutte le gioie del futuro.
Quindi cadde nel primo sonno senza incubi della sua vita il quale, ironia della sorte, la condusse alla morte.]
[Lei scrisse: "mi sento come se tu mi leggessi dentro... però sei lontano... e questa è la peggiore delle ingiustizie che la vita mi abbia regalato".
Il trucco, sfaldandosi, stava trasformando il suo viso in una maschera grottesca.
Raccolse a piene mani il silenzio che la circondava, mentre beveva la 'medicina prodigiosa' che porta via tutto il dolore del passato e tutte le gioie del futuro.
Quindi cadde nel primo sonno senza incubi della sua vita il quale, ironia della sorte, la condusse alla morte.]
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