A sphere of silence
a circle of breathe
my heart
a geometrical round in a suffering sentence
in my projection
in the infinity symbol
my dome
love is an atrial systole
a molecule
in the cloud 9
four days grace
it will never snow or rain
alternatively
a discreet song
a strip of green space
at nightfall
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