Once again I love you in shadows. to crying A clock that doesn't stop telling me your time. Again assortment of your skin. Again for you tree. Tight as the night. Like hermetic loneliness. You discover the lucidity of the other. With her eyes full of lucidity. Its light deceived the grim and cunning darkness. Increasingly thicker its shores drag hard feelings.

Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.