Lights escape as rays of contention.
Broken Dreams on the sidewalk of a hot day.
Blood poured into a black glass and sharp.
Three strikes on the surface of pale skin.
An echo him opens his eyes and see the destruction of itself.
feel free. Nothing the Moors.
never dreamed again.
And the world turned in a room of mirrors: no images, no forms, no shadows.
LE
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