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Don’t say you

Think, The old phantasms

Where is no you

You, don’t say, or do you say?

A friend

Abandoned and deserted

Without feelings


You can’t feel alone

Lost forever in the light on darkness a cold wide space

The void desired something after

“Don’t say many”, when it was deserted

The man’s first butterfly desired something

In the cold wild space, leaving to The outer void, inferior

A delusion the past was whispering to us

Ten minutes ago, now nothing is attendant

Shall I ever understand what you are in your past

Like a skull on my fingernail

Like a slow vision ghost

As it whispers;

“I never know what you is thinking.”

As it’s painting shades and layers, the dark enviroments, unveiling tomorrow

A ghost without a past, feeling The light and the void


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