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Start believing that this world will return, 
It might help us: some unlearning this time.
How foolish is the sea? Do mountains learn?
Gravity forgive our treacherous rhyme!

Silence won’t answer, will leave it to us.
For reasons, like lovers, must disappear.
Mind floats, an empty boat, burnt stories, grass;
Breathing out some of this coldness we fear.

But, it all must end now, and end it must,
This heaving body, these forsaken streets,
Mirror each other in the rain and rust.
of death and gusts, and some unplanned retreats.
For words lose meaning and thoughts may resign,
The first lines were drawn to signal a sign.