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There were many people
only when I really stared at the sky
I started to sink inside the galaxy
I imagined there were numbers who tremble
I only imagined myself to fly
then saw techno inferno, proxy.
Now, if there were these galaxy dreams
where stars and milk fuse along the way...
I imagine, only a big group of reflected beams
our world could be like a ship of pirates on the bay
where pirates understand each other
by only sharing glances. Over.