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I’m in love with the kilometres between us, I’m in love with the distanceBetween your eyes and my eyes and your arms and my arms and your place and mineI like that you like what I like and that I like what you like
Writing, the power that masters the beast That turns into something easy to caress Into a bliss of doubt Of fondness, just like love.
We sit on the wave-licked shore, gazing at the blue until we don't know which is sea and which is sky. We know such closeness, the slow disappearing
Too reliant is humankind upon the salary. No longer can be seen the sincere modesty that once, prevailed. To lead a peaceful life without worries has long been forgotten. Toil on day after day to secure.