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Tomorrow,
regardless of whatever sorrows,
despite what feelings I may have that persists hollow,
the beauty of the moon will catch up to me
and shower the last of my kisses with water
trinkled down the highest slopes with the highest power
and breathed into my dark night lungs, giving me hope for another.
Forever,
no matter if eternity does not exist,
even if we were only meant to be swift,
time shall stall secretly before me
hidden in robes with the deepest colors that everyone envies
another kiss will lay blanket to your soul
warmed and loved through empty evenings without the cold