I like to see how it changes path, tracing the words that say nothing. As they are equipped with a touch of magic, of meaning.
When you really are made for me, for my self, for my escape. "You come and you want to make your own, fools? The world is subjective, you never will. You can not possibly make sense of the words that say nothing. Because they are created for it, so that no one listens.
Reconciled with Cordoba, reconciled with myself.
"Damn have strange way of disappearing, you damn strange way of losing. Damn strange shape rolling your life on paper, then taking you fire ... "
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