And if you look at my temples you see your reflection, present and palpable, tired of walking among the recesses of my mind.
And if you put in your mouth a word, it is neurotic. With your mind, let me create for me a space sheltered from the cyclical storms and clouds of sand, let me take root somewhere and name shelter. In your mind, take my nomadic existence and call forgetfulness. And if you close your eyes and your mouth, if you let the thaw comes in winter and storms collapse between your fingers pontiff might have succeeded and met your goal, you may have your religion errant tax and I can make some sacrifices, for perpetuity, in chimeric altar.
of your powers, Close your eyes and maybe migrating is sitting watching me walk in the opposite direction to any of my wishes.
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