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Self conviction falls through the ripped masks of the days tears off the oil nights savoury layers the fingers string breaks inside soft brushes caresses the rough cheek skin red feather disappears in the sun mirrors settling in pupils of blossom the submitted stars on white sheets space merge with the imminent day break spring will wake inevitable snow melting water will rise under the cold heels soles you are still standing lit by dim light of the lamp scratched out eyes wrapped in night starecase draughts five minute to eternity