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Those good intentions will they ever be used. or just hidden to protect id's / ideas. the pure taste on months comes in advance this year. just waiting in time to be swept away. forget long nights where the seasons changed. to let new mornings take control over us. dreams of utopian atmospheres tend to. talk to me in my sleep. they advance. through thoughts they progress and at the end helplessly. takeover direction. when the light becomes green. forget the. and i never unde