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I see the cries of happy ones,the smiles of sad ones,the confused expressions of the lost ones,the things in-between the spaces where no one ever roams. I must see this things with the eye of my eye,. With the soul of my soul. I will keep them with me like a pocket on my flesh,i must never be without them. Where the poets sit cross-legged in. Searching for ruthless gold,.

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I grabbed at it with both my hands and all the strength i had. Though i had known since long before. That like a sliver of moonlight. Or the smell of late winter air. It was impossible for me to keep. Yet with such might ere to me unknown. I held on to that moment, even as it. Like a grain of sand, slipped right through my fingers. And with mocking eyes told me to stop trying. Or perhaps it was the thinking part of my mind that told me to give up.