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It used to be me and you . the wind enlarging our sails . limitlessly . deeply rooted in our verticality . mingled down to the deepest stratas where most will not venture . where most will be content of us telling about . dreams embraced the space around us  . definitions scared us . they enticed you to classify . it used to be a pure miracle . now is a site for pilgrimage . what was a joy is now is an effort for forgiveness . it used to be me and you