Layers have vanished.
Truth is going to be borned as a massive surface. Visionary comes along.
Sees through it, sees the innocence. Touches the truth with his delicate hands. Embraces it with his trembling soul. Kisses it with his fragile, pale lips, poisons the truth.
Innocence Buried in the dark night. There was a lip shape mark left on her forehead.
The truth tastes bitter.
saloume nakhsaz
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