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RE: Between The Sky and The Bottom
These days the stars don’t shine, like back in the day.
And I need wine to mediate the silence.
Even the tequila is not enough to satiate the thrist.
The thrust of Love, pain & betrayal.
It’s strange to feel; how rain emerges out of pain
and fragrances so strange all around us.
You are not an object or else,
you're rather an abstract, that tread here and there.
Awesome