Many deaths I’ve to live
In love, the twister
That lifts me also splits me
And slithers the creature
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Here it is, and again I have to go through my death
Returning back from a future, the girl is a woman now
And again I have metamorphosed myself
Into an unexposed solitude
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Almost always you appeared to me,
a geometry of addition and subtraction.
Some nights I’ve missed you
in dark corridors of my fears.
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Two hell of the blunders
Following us from behind
Like coldblooded hunters
Relentless in their quest
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