I am with
Pin drop silent
In the work
Paused memory
Cleaned the mind
I felt
Time is not moving
Life in a parallel line
I wanted to be in
Whole of the night
But I am afraid of
Silence of the night
When the memory begins to play
I am surrounded by past
As it is deep and quiet
I cannot move
I want to break
The parallel line
Until the dawn comes
It belongs to night
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