He finds paradox in the grey, wounded walls,
Making himself at home, he rebuilds the stone...

Hope is our strongest way to believe,
the sun still rising in a city of destruction...

The shiniest objects catch the sunlight. They...
But these golden treasures cast a swallowing hole...

Night is overbearing, stars and shooting hopes...
I hold out a bit longer, to see you fading in and...

You revive me,
shooting heartbeats in my direction...

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I am the sun's dance...

I blame myself for staying weak
without guiding and praying daily...

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6/19/2011...

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6/19/2011...

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6/18/2011...

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6/12/2011...

6/11/2011.
At night there were no restrictions...