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Blanks of words on wet roofs.
Slices of floors - all above and above...
Traces from steps will be washed away with water.
I trust in love. But not for ever.
Hands on metal - cold, as an ice.
I knew nothing about that that someone in you lives.
A paint black on walls - me so is quieter.
A knife on someone's veins - do not dare voluntary.
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