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I like your eyes when they’re looking in these lakes,

like there’re riveres made of star gems,

lying here

I like your hands when they’re getting all these stones,

like they have inside all the truth about this way in its void

or its incoming shores

I love your muted voice when it is crying from the vault

like birds of catacombs, who splintering their hearts

against this cruel highness

I love to were your well-worn close,

because they heats my hopeless chords