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 Still. Lost.
There is no holy vision.
No divine choice.

Only you flooding my solitude:
How you saw me,
How I felt

You are a path to paradise
With no direction

But I will never take my eyes
From the darkness...
From the shadows where you shine

Streak the sky
With the night of your mind

A manifestation of miracles
Staggers me
Every time you're near

And I lose my way

I would walk through
Every ocean
To find you

These are not stars
In my eyes

And I lower them
To conceal
Landmines of intention
I have no right to detonate

Still I know
The algorithm
Of your eyes
Could guide me to every answer

I'll stay on this mean, free path
Until I collide with you

Contradiction of calm

Epitome of angels

(from Mythos)

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