Absence doesn´t fade the presence…
Cause the Ship is a root of every fragrance.
The end it´s not necessarily the end…
Maybe just the beginning of the obsessive returning.
The inevitable it´s not the murderer of life…
That would be the sanest of the resolutions.
It´s always the knowledge of life that embrace…
The stubborn delay that should never remain.
Time is an abstraction that nurtures the mind,
But it is the mind that has to kill and really never mind.
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