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We remain suspended, fluctuating In these waters of unknown wellness Flooded by a silence of emotions. Emotions that make our loneliness More deep, clear and awful. As nails that dig died skins, As eyes that bleed making skins acid As hair that strangles the crowd s voices Thus we, Remain suspended in this air rarefied by thoughts to make us more conscious of the restless lack of the Hope from us stolen.