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| Somewhere beyond your scars, you cannot see the beams... The petals from the tears, which sunshine never dies... You' ve spread each ever, seems? In reach the flowin' coasts, when no one hear your screams, you are the dearest deer, attached ' the wall o' wood attracted by the beam. My victim if it' s known, nor even could you feel... My victim... You are here as conscious, i am not. The supper if it would be eaten nowadays... My dear, you are no more, the one, who i should feed. The poetry if missed, is ever misunderstood? The poet, without muse, could be in summer joy belo(u)ved? The beams, breakin' the rules of petals' s tears... your eyes... nor lookin' without me, no sunshine. Am i? Am no one... Just me again. | |
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