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You know, I Have foreseen

The air folded by the lines of your stare

Your stare

	Hear me out

	I will shout when you can’t hear me

The wind would hit hard on my back

Carrying the fierce dust of your breath

Your breath

	Hear me out

	I will shout when you can’t hear me

Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver

Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver

From your stare would grow a storm

Dust, invading me, (dust)

disintegrating me

Hurling me around the eye

The eye, I wish I would become

Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver

Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver

From your stare would grow a storm

Dust, invading me, (dust)

disintegrating me

Hurling me around the eye

The eye, I wish I would become