Along the path where the stream is talking,I breathe the mist and continue walking. The wood it whispers in a language of it's own. As a sigh escaped my lips,I feel the light caress of fingertips that, steal away the breath and leave me on my own. Waiting by the stairs. Waiting, I despair. Waiting, I despair. Waiting by the stairs. My whole life is
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