Who's Face Shape Do I Have

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No matter, no, life, life is what matters.
Life is the homing instinct, stick to the form
being of those living, clinging to
inexorable death, true. Live is another thing.
; ;
pans shaped moons mourning, sheets
fulfilling its role shroud prison
felt like home sweet
and the words spoken at the right time:
life is.

Callar, wanting
love, to feel in the depths
the unspeakable sadness of knowing that loved one,
negligible because everything is priceless and madness last
to crave what is yours:
that's living.

Only the lover lives, everything else is life.