I found a dark room within myself.
a pile of dusty hope.
in the sheets of days that always pass.
create regret for dreams and wishes.
The line of words is like the gallop of a defeated army.
the senses are almost just a pile of blunt weapons.
no more heart-touching moments.
when seconds and beats change each other.
still the same…
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