I wait, for the sensual arms of you,
I feel you, see your face, your soul.
Illusion, broken. Reality.
No one knows me, you do, you know my heart
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The world. A harsh place, yet
through the harshness of its existence comes
a ray of light, brought by passion,
passion from the existence of the human race
...
A man-made life, to which we hold the key...
of responsibility.
Innocence. Shattered illusions, perfection.
Faith in the human race, unified, should it not be?
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