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The colours grow cold
the leaves fall down the sun takes a seat behind the clouds. Sleepless nights anxiously await the snakes that lay under the moon. why won’t it fade? why can’t I rest? is this bridge on fire? Is there no way across? The vodka smiles the bloodshot eyes the venom thoughts drenched in lies. under the fading sun the world takes a seat as the years go by buried in regret. |
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Good write
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