The dimensions
of the skies,
they are luminous;
uncut
For it to work
nothing can stop
what the passion declares fruitful,
but is it?
It's possible,
the times of the hanging
gliders
can confuse the
motions
within your head,
tumble your heart
until it is
crispy and tender.
Breakable.
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