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Tomorrow...

I left you
to stay with you...

I cannot live without you,
without you by my side, in my heart...

I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...

You run upon the lavas of all your fears,
though...

All these roads are as the print of lashes
on his body...

Audio...

I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of loneliness...

<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...

...

Like all the whites and pinks tailing
your heir...

We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...