Memento Spirare

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In my dreams,
I see hands
Extended outwards
From the pain
Marks of this world
And its appearances
In black and white
To collect,
Tiny droplets of rain
In colours, unimaginable
To escape, for moments
Still lies there unresolved
All those promises

In my dreams,
I see faces,
In colours, in rainbows
From the years of mine
In existence, in absence
Of this world
And its appearances
In colours, unimaginable
To escape, for moments
Still lies there unresolved
All those promises

In my dreams,
I stop breathing
To escape,
From this world
In my dreams,
I breathe
In another world

Kashkin

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