this is the trip of
touch and go
nothing to repent
nothing to repeat
once here i give love
and then it is over
there is no coming back
the hours are consumed
in this trip it will always
be a moving on and on and on
everything behind me fades
everything loses themselves
once fog, once mist, once
a shadow, and then all the lights
and then this darkness, this sleeping
sorrow's hibernation, love turning off.
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