Stop.. stop
To think and to imagine
You are nearby me
want to stop my thinking
A sickness to you
A virus to me
To your desires
A hell and a fire
Stop.. stop
I do stop
What you wish and
How you expect
I can see your heart
And your eyes
Let me begin to think
Of your hope
In a pause
At your absence
A spirit from my prison
Insertedto my mind
You look at me in curiosity
my joy without thinking
Nothing a change, yet
A light, you can see
You may sleep well
Let loose your revenge
In my emptiness
Take beck your joy
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