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I saw you at the endwhen your rain of rust arrivedwhen copper colorssparkled in the slits of your shoesI knew you were ashamedrode alone into the nightbut we didn't careif you wore a wound or no woundthink of thisyou were of earthwhen our posture was still simplewhen my hair was still cut straightacross my anklesspeck of serpant ship arisesover the horizonby fossilized light I can recall the times whenyour charm-chain wore thinwe went away in the year of the vikingI have sewn the surgerydon't concern yourself with our burdenwe hear you sing of meadows,meta-sentimental reservoirsthose days are gonethere are no shores which are not yet carved From Letras Mania