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on the windows to my mind. A storm in heaven screams my name. This is a little more then I can handle right now. I better release my shadow, so I can fade away through the limits. It's too great to be understood. Another child on my TV, crying or dying, will take me to the other side. The side where you can't avoid the glances, the place without the possibility to hide. The street where the spotlights always follow you, highlightening your face in the crowd. -K- Give as much as you think the poet deserve !!
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