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Trace My Thoughts In GasolineWe live in different motives..We live in window panes of the high churches..We never let go of once was burned in the city, but we cry in the ashes of the ones once there. We call names at the the ones who were forgotten..settled white rose petals on the water puddles in front of abandon places. So as the spirits crossed their legs..and bowed their heads in a distant shame of what was once standing..we left and merely made a weep. Till then we never spoke words..we only sat in our minds thinking of the tragic kingdoms of far beyond..we looked in mirrors and wished upon stars..But those buildings were still in ruins, these people still crying.Trace My Thoughts In Gasoline
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