Familiar are these waters and mild ripples on it
But this time, the lake fails to calm my heart.
Deserved attention the full moon would get,
But not now, when it just blends in the palette.
To listen to some insects in the forest at night,
No longer do I stop breathing for a minute.
The soothing joy of solitude is what I sought,
But with you in my arms, noone's going to miss it!
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The paths traced by some of the electrons jetting across the neural networks inside my cranium.
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