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Like sly coyotes you move around

It does not make any sense to go beyond, where the road ends.

It was not easy to recall, the love in truancy. Needs

I try to think, not to think of you;

Some question? It always haunted me.

You cast doubt, on the definition.

When God kings come― down stealthly, it is your waking time.

The space between the two ends, was becoming

The black holes ringed the galaxy. Tainted

When you release the words, your curled fingers