cold cuts you like silence that kills
leaves devoid of memories, emotions seemed madness invigilanti
different, humble, quiet distressing
the fake live hidden by curtains of gloom.
pass through the fog of the night young
about three meters away from hope, smiles and looks of sand at the bottom
and give my name as primrose of a dream. I thought that flying
attenesse
breaths of wind just over the border and dreams no more.
There always something to learn in life ..
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