sa chen

Illusions
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    what do I know,
    if indulging in one chord values the whole peace of heaven,
    if the collision carries all memories, dusts, and shadows,
    if flowers could seduce, light could guide, and fire could rescue,
    if one drop of tear is shaper than a knife, one kiss is warmer than the summer, and one second worths thousands of life time,
    what if all this are just flashing by so what one could just fly,
    and, what do we know

    close your eyes, dream another dream. open your hand, take another blame. give up the imagination, try another time. turn off the light, whisper another story. bring down the helicopter, crush another star. breathe in the poison, breathe them all in. come on. come on. come on... ​​​​

    the direction of the wind blows is where a broken heart is unfold. the speed of the rain falls slow is the moment a love story is being told. the distance of two eyes gazing into a black whole is the space where breathes melt like virgin snow. that means everything. that is all.
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    never try to be someone else than yourself. for eg. it's probably a crown yet a crime to be, a brilliant parrot.
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    collapsing is allowed.
    wash it off and face it naked.
    what ever it is.
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    purity, young prayer, dreams that never fade, graduation with adorable absolut ego and the witty bad jokes, somehow they all climbed onto each other, hugged, and smiled, with this trip back to old school of a childhood.
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    fifth, is the purist, the courageous and the only fake hero. chromatics and seventh, were crashed into drops, endless drops, as blue as those anonymous in the vessel, out of the most stretched distance yet standing the closest. then, all down, down, down...
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