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Tell me what you think, what would you change? Or whatnot.
I am tired of sorrow,
Of morbidity,
I am looking for burning minds,
And mirror images of bliss.
Alone in white rooms, I left my sadist body in flames,
My rocky heart,
My eyes of pessimism,
All invaluable thoughts.
In beams of light, the past dissolves into the future,
Time dragging me unwillingly,
Leaving me in morphed positions,
Looking for an exit from my childhood ways.
From dusk to void I leave traces of my memory,
They linger with the scent of compressed flowers,
At dawn they dissapear with the coming of mist,
And through the early minutes of light I don't look back.
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