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From the deepest recesses of thought
an ocean breaks on the ruins
of a drowned memory.

If you ever hear my voice echoing in an abyss
you will know that a reptile can believe himself a god
you will see a field of shadows set afire
and a crystal village waiting for rain.

Maybe a gust blew out the lightning
about to dance over me.

Millions of clashing eyes
armored in the sky I hold above me
are trying to discover my path
the one that still has not bloomed.

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