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Sign up now Already have an account? Sign inI offer this bouquet of white and yellow chrysanthemums, Each one is filled with honey and sand. The tender warm soil under my toes, the soul of infinite lives through my fingertips.
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Sign up now Already have an account? Sign inImagine seeing a huge, overwhelming mass of land reaching into the sky every day, so far and unattainable, you walk for miles on end and finally reach it.
We played these games. Lifted pictures frame by frame. When death came to fetch me, I tangled him in my web. Smiled.
On desert dunes, I stroll alone, Amidst a sea of burning stones. Beneath the fiery sun's relentless glare, I walk endlessly, with words of prayer.
Old bonds strain against the weight of flesh, two souls are bound by cosmic forces, delicately balanced between fire and shadow.