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Cloudy morning cold meets us

After a night without dreams.

The dialogue gave her lips a salty taste.

Do you notice the smell of fading colors?

Do you distinguish the brilliance of my eyes in this dark room?

Between us, the empty place from which it sways.

(Despair, jealousy and stress)

Silence presses as a press.

Surprise sarcasm my clumsy shield.

Without space for maneuvers

Slip down the infinite spiral ...

You are trapped glass prism, which misses the light turning it into bizarre patterns. Stickling human tissue, disgusting to gentle touch. The concentration of the fencer in front of the carcass, but you will not lead and eyebrowing the order of the next casually abandoned word.

Hurt is your personal paradigm.

But still I will miss you.