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Streets, faces, buses, glimpses
I can't sleep, I can't cease it.
Walking, watching in the mirrors,
Smoking. The wounds are not healed.
Long rambling
Deep breathing.
All the shadows are enliven.
There we were, loved, forgiven, left behind ...

I will not return and spring will not come back.
I will go to  fly , I'm not afraid.
I don't want you to ...
I don't want me to ...
Be caught with all that words we have said

Night is chasing.
Thoughts are passing,
Hiding, you couldn't get them either,
You can laugh, you can mess.
It is difficult to understand, easy to guess.

As it goes without saying,
Game will not be played again,
Do your best and keep on planning,
Time does not intend to wait.
You can laugh, you can mess.
It is difficult to understand, easy to guess.

For your answers, I have questions,
Cigarettes and suggestions.
Ask me:-Who are you?-
I'm zero, I'm going to nowhere.
Yes , I'm burning all the wires,
it's true. Put it on pause.
Ask me:-Where  are you?-Nowhere,
Although I'm here forever.
I'll be back, spring will revive again.
I'll wake up, I know you will be there-
I want you to be there ...
I wish we could be there
Breathing  the same air  
and not seeing  the day.
Written by oxy
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