fuck

The light grew dimmer as the mist grew darker.
the bridge of the nose between the presence and absence of faint.
recite memorization until peace.
in fog and silence.
try to step…
feel the path while remembering the shape of the step itself.
to go home.

the fog is getting thicker.
afraid to get closer.
alone lost.
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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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