o everlasting talkerthe auto suggestion of thought from the spiritthe lens through which i see the worldquiet your mind o noisy oneall the ifs, all the maybesbrought to dissolution in this momentyour rejection of the present is your painnothing else contributes but youbreathe sweet air, let the mind exhaleall the intoxication suffocates the voicestake a chair to the compound and stare at the starslet your eye happily deceive youmy love, my smile, my breath, my frownall hide in the secret place of your loveall mine to remember when my eye deceives melet me see peace, let me feel the quiet.

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