I know little but of those I've left behind,
why do days begin only to end?
I know little but these hidden paths of pain,
why these silent furies in my heart? ...
Everything is liquid, we see only reflections.
The sea of ourselves - denizen of our skin,
caught in the shadows of our symmetry
cast by a fading sun. ...
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