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Why And When
Sadness rustle my soul per leave falling, in Autumn, structured behind my sorrow by dead trees -
No, that is not who I chose to be, I wish you could see -
With my pain i rake, alone in the forest, edged by infinity, of Nothing -
The sale is on, i gather far too many, death barks the cold which cover my soul as steal -
Too the 2, to want to, is the fall of my stars, broken by a darkness it was my wishes too -
Similiar to the power in weird, when i write my words, she seems queer -
So go ahead, axe my day, you may be the bullet, the one which
denies me one last piece of peace, by the say of the gun -
Controlled by the aura of silver, salt tastes sweet next to bitter -
I am no more, I am more in no -
Who am I and where did I go -
What -
Why -
When -
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Unic Cjonr
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