There he was, sleeping beautifully on a couch
His little hand folded under his beautifully carved cheek as if it was a comfy little pillow
Went he was into a beautiful little dreams
Far far away from this crowded world
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Weird when seeing people out of normality
Walking among the normalizers
It's even weirder to think of oneself neither in those crowds nor outside the crowds
Standing out there, in the very same atmosphere
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Soaring through the beauty of teenage years
Came to rest deep within, hidden, known to only one, the known
Growing and showering with the purest of the innocencies
Keeping the promises into the future
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The tears were black, pitch black
So did the inside of him
Holding tightly to the realm of resentment
Settled like a stubborn feeling, wandering around inside the darkness
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Pheromones, secreted, carried through streams of idiopathic realms
Inducing sequences of phenomenal syndromes
Attacking every angle of prevelences and incidences
As young as a fetusus to the oldest of geriatrics
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Hidden within invisibility
Carefully orchestrated to the minute details
Meticulously crafted to the perfection
Creating the world of mysterious reasons
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Heart stop for a moment
Counting every single movements of that presence
Circulating mid-air, like a lost soul
Reaching for unreachable
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Standing in nakedness
Captured, in every angles
To the highest of resolutions
Detailing every single creases
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Virtuality, real-like experiences
Building up a relationship between two souls, and many more
Closer than it'd be in real world
Sharing everything,
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