Trace

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Take me away,
far from nuances of life,
far away through different times,
different truths, different minds,
hiding the dust, stretching our hands
closer to our dead, misguided breed.
Take me away from these wild,
lost in a crash, elevated rivers,
green tables, empty crowds,
part of the glory still lingers,
through laughter and torrent
it will never melt down.
Feel the emptiness as а part of yourself,
when everyone vanishes,
and do not forget the sound,
remember...that sound,
that tone,
it swallows without blinking.
So take me away
and try to be precise,
try not to spill
along with your powder
fade trace in disguise.

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