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1 min lectură·23 iulie 2005

Mediu

This bitter aftertaste of sorrow

consuming all that I\'ve once been....

This morbid thoughts taking me over,

crawling in me,

tearing my world apart,

making me wish I never was

for now I\'m just a memory

of what I craved to be.

Your presence lies in me...

My tears, drawn in you,

fading our dream to nothingness...

Dark Wings cover my eyes now,

vanish the light I thought I had,

while flying three floors down in me.

We never really were.

I\'ll never really be...

more than a shadow

of my burned to ashes memory

of you...

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alina. “untitled.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/alina-0011544/poezie/133303/untitled

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