Tears. We cried too much. We cried until the oceans arose. We know nothing is needless. We cried until no tear dropped anymore. As if Atlantic dried out. Impossibilities come true when your heart becomes discerpted. Blind with rage. Irascibility. Depths. Water. Deep blue. You run barefoot over oceans. You cross through without getting wet. With your chaste soul. Demons flee for your grace.

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