Blue Pink

Tomorrow never comes too slow.
A bit of toil and it is near.
Coming towards for the real.
Always ready to play its game.
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When the water turns murky,
while the conscience is clear
There's no amount of screaming,
that can reach my ear...
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I dread... the fourteenth of November
to come my way.
It will all become an illusion.
An incomplete transformation
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How i love the rise of the morning sun...
The coolness and gentleness of air that caress my heart...
How i love the azure sky...
The green leaves of trees that caught my eye...
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I have crossed countless mountains and trampled thousands of tarmac.
I have traveled every desert and got thirsty along my way.
There were no foods no water.
My stomach looks for prey.
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Empty and void in a dusk room,
As her blood ceased running its veins.
Every space filled with pretensions,
Unhappy and guilty to presence.
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A dirty mirror of herself.
Black dark dusk in a bastille.
Millions of miles away from breathing.
Sadness. Sadness. Sadness.
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