You want my trust, but how could i? You are but a stranger. Yes i have known you many years, but its what you told me, that gave me my image of you. Do i really know the sky? even though it always in my eye. Come on, you are flesh, with passions and lust. When i solve the mysteries of the sky, you are next, with your lies, and trust.
I like the "i see the sky in my eyes"... just because we "see" doesn't necessarily mean we "trust"... Once this precious attribute is violated, it seems to escape us forever.
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I like your writing...
Mike