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Silent echo
a lonely figure
walking on a wet asphalted road
grey day
mists settled heavily
I run
on the spot
never catching up
sobbing no I can't
not anymore
but you will
they whisper
because nobody knows you
needs you
wants you
you chase a spectre
of your desire
fleeing ghosts
freed from cobwebbed corners
of your mind
listen
there's nobody out there
no one
hears you
and my soul sinks.
walking on a wet asphalted road
grey day
mists settled heavily
I run
on the spot
never catching up
sobbing no I can't
not anymore
but you will
they whisper
because nobody knows you
needs you
wants you
you chase a spectre
of your desire
fleeing ghosts
freed from cobwebbed corners
of your mind
listen
there's nobody out there
no one
hears you
and my soul sinks.
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