Never u were,
nore u will...
nither u care,
nore u kill...
Merging me in memories,
but self happy with fresh breez...
Peeping out the stomes,
still nighting the fears...
With a candle to smile....
Never it will be me,
nore it will be you,....
neither it will exist,
nore it will end....
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