I long for
An October sky
Red ahead
Under which
Whereby
I could stop
Instead
This lie
Unsaid
Undone
Deny
No more
The dread
Unfed
Unfled
No more
The need
To comply
To die
Misread
Unbled
Too much
Unsaid
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I would like to translate this poem
very short words, nice to read..............