Sometimes my road forks, one step back in my time, I doubt and return back to my feet because I can not lose the narrow and sweet always brings me to you. You lived in another dimension, with your love and your wounds, remotely close to happening on your side because I realized how much I could give, how much would it for you. (Again, I am enchanted by the painting, although at times my voice who decides to write, is an ambiguous and exciting game.)
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