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Here I am, nevertheless
doing a hell of a night
making a waste
my tears wishing, that when

otherwise my day becomes bright
goes my moon, my sun lights
open their eyes and understand my role.
but every second you notice

colder where you been, darling?
have not seen you insist,
exist without you even do not know what would

where have you been, years mine?
still alive, though hidden and elusive
in my past there are only empty

you should fill with recent memories and not go

going crazy that my time spent is short to waste in vain


stories leave the door open
SEALANT hard the past
Keep eyes
always awake somewhere still

because at every moment
any changes shape
last surviving
who will gingerly
and this is the highest standard.