words like feathers falling on the heart a bursting sound so clear so pure so bright the pit where everything comes out burning with fire energy loudness an ancient song bearing memories bearing my memories keeping in its diamond core the essence of the origin cracking tingling wet wooden playful and secret and when you look at your heart then you feel again that sense of warmness that sense of calmness that focus that precision the smell of sticky golden glue that becomes resin your hands are branches that delicately caress touch breathe

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