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I don’t need your tomorrows, not even goodbyes
deep in your sorrows and colours of eyes lingers one of the lies that sinks in your heart that one is just what holds inside and uneven in such a disguise how about you, where does your shore end up to is it you ending there or me or a stranger who wasn’t to be and who’s resting in the shadows of dream but when you think of it there is nothing behind and the dreams become just a digestion of pictures of life all the thoughts like a mirror in the waves of a dark deep pit blistering the need for a limit, for an end to this infinite rejection of it but you don’t, and you eat, you drink, you dream, you sleep and it grows, grabbing your toes like a leech first, then claws and fists and you want and you don’t and the vicious circle grabs you by your knees and more, until darkness starts growing within what used to be toes, what used to be knees, or soul, wrists or skin and when it reaches the barathrum that holds you as a drawing in the most intimal rind your flicker of a tiller goes out and you grow weak as a breath in the wind to one and no one as a song that still plays despite of the death of the string and you die and I die – you as a shell, me as a dream, breaking our ties and our skin until we’re fading
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