Camera lucida

Delving into process
Pleasured to the age of romantic nature,
Silent and the modest,
Nothing to say, cause theres a time aches.

Echoes from far side`s near,
They`re delievered by the left ear, but untold.
Droppedd like suicider,
You live where reality dissolved.

Lights do magic when they draw the broken dream.
Believe what i see, when shadows scattering.


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