Can you feel the invisible? Can you see the untouchable?
He do not ask but scream "can you feel my heart."
In a dream of mine I felt the bottom of the bloody ocean of yours. What is called heart. What not is called mine.
I danced in the massive rain you cry and demand your soul to open. It will not be, will not do.
You do not hear me when I scream. When I am in your soul you do not feel.
This feeling to not feel at all. You love it you say. Let me tell you then that love you feel.
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