Today as every Sunday I was changing the beds and had an idea to clean the windows too and while I was standing up on a chair looking down at a bed I could see at that very moment prints of two bodies like a parallel body track on the Shroud in Turin in my very Room.
It wasn't a copy though. It was an original. I could see our back prints from ancient times quite clearly.
Then there was playing Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by Bach on youtube.
Our hearts play fugues. Each their unique one! No matter there are many lost highways playing blues.
There's your lip print on my soul and there's mine on yours.
They'll never be published.
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