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- Intimate
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It's born a whisper,
it's a pain very dry.
Intimate;
heard in the deep bottom and infinite,
felt it in the last page of a forgotten book,
draw it in my washed face
of a sour scream.
Few; painted in heaven's purple,
drop it in the middle of a silence.
Emerge my eye's storms
lonely, oldest
they are blind, but seen so much!
In you; in me
born the pain without whisper
intimate, eternally
screaming in deep silence;
love!
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