duminică, decembrie 09, 2018

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It hurts. Being so close, yet so far away...
not meant to be seen or touched
not meant to desire, love or hate
shattered stone on unwritten marble

no marks of time, just endless space
gaping wounds festering with forgoten feelings
darkness lingering where the light is born
not meant to live, not ready to die

It hurts. Witness through another day
not meant to end, just patched
with fragments from a closing gate
raining upwards. These bleeding skies...

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