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Transmigration of love. Silence opens wide confused smile of the day. How far to approximation of
your breath, sleeplessness of lips! Hands fly apart in
different cities and nights. Inquisitor’s time
seeps in drops, minutes and kills
your tenderness with the monotonous indifference of the sky.
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