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the movements of the nerves are being recorded and in readiness for something unlikely to appear the restless gaze roams the sky am I longing for a place to go back? and, all the way, there is a sense of groping along a corridor the scenery moves as if fomenting ill will Trying too hard to accelerate Light sparkles in play, the sun gives birth to existence in play and something makes us hesitate to go straight ahead The habit of peering out from inside a shadow hasn't got better the past is still running until it seems something suddenly revives, and the wind rushes in from there the feeling is sucked out the window This moment should have been enough Even the atmosphere assimilateds to the scenery and stands blocking the way without any sign of guilt Preception seems to be under pressure hold back shadows to avoid being noticed the usual existence, and the usual morning Whatever there is on the other side
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