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I walk down the long, dark way of thoughts.

Seeing a bright light, shimmering in the black hole from life.

My eyes open and I feel a wave of goodness entering my body.

My whole body shines, my fingertips start burning. The strong light has entered my body.

Is it staying here?

Or will the dark demon take over during this period of deadness.


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Poetry One: Inside LightsOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora