The timber you cut down this morn
to avoid the cold with its burn
will burn you.
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i never had a motto
to be in a Hollow Grotto
Chanting that no one hears,
Blazing that no one gazes.
...
The reverberation of your guffaws,
you never noticed back then.
The waves they produced in the air
have now travel a long distance.
...
Now i see nothing except the darkness that radiates
behind my eyes.
I only hear the echo in between my skull.
I've stopped feeling except the declining waves
...
Lightening lines through the dark
and disappears.
A sudden fuse cut-off,
darkness charges the room.
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Let the Almighty, with a gloomy mop, wipe the light.
Let the dark rule all in all.
Let the night arrive.
For that's the moment the city dies
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Grasp your soul,
Leave the noisome city.
Take off for the infinity.
Infinite Firth.
...
I could behold you
whenever in this obscurity
from behind the bars,
wish you were the stars.
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