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if i climb into your skin will i then gain happiness heartbeats on sync breathing layered passing through you passing you through like an item of clothing now pull the arms past the sockets of sleeves finger to finger tips pressing tight i take up your emptiness or do i reside in your innards? toss and turn bicolor pieces on othello board vocal cord chorus nail breaking scratches open eyes wide to look, equipped with them

Пристъпваш, Нощ, в безкрая сред звездите. Не бързаш, има време. То е твое. Неумолима, вечна, с поглед вперен в прост