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  We could tangle the hurt and cross all the words in between our mouths for forever

  For the easiness in which a tear emerges from down my core

  If I take more than a second feeling your lips against mine

  Unravels the thin matter from what souls are sewn

  Painfully meant to threat any other embrace before or after

  For it's magnitude, it's truth, it's wraith

  It is not from this world the urge to surrender my very life in the chasing of your breath

  Neither it's fair to be wanted afar and be touched no more

  If you still have the face that have loved me with dispair

  You pretend not to see the purest of devotions burning my flesh away towards you

  For it is easier to grieve me than to trust

  The hope in which we long to be eaten by the other

  Is the wrath in which we see ourselves in the broken glass

  If there are worlds, many and vast, where the spirit rearranges and lives again

  I'd dare to write the creed that states our hearts must reunite

  Far away in hiding from all the words and all the crosses between our eyes

  For that which shines dangerously can be gold if we try

  And wash it clean from all the fear we bestowed upon it once