watched with pride the solid rock, sharp as a word from his lips. The same toughness that his chest pain, the same gray ceiling of a room freshly painted sad closure. His hand carved stone to bleed, to let unknown figures resistant to erosion. Enduring brands in a while invisible. Just wanted to record it in the most hidden part of the man who was looking indifferent. I saw her fade away, banging against the dangerous tips that patience knew no filing. Do not give aid. Rather, the left lying beside the rock carved all that human memory can not erase.
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