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| Photo by Paweł Czerwiński |
I did not write the notes
the night does not glow
when i ride myself home
what come you looking for
in this land, in this silence
I did not dictate the providence
the causality, we broke up
that was yesterday, i forgot
how could i have moved on
it is my story, myself, i'm losing
I did not cry out loud
i was just a friend i never had
death and his lines, gods and their lies
i haven't made up my mind yet, or did i?
there's a whole mountain named after me
I did not know the face of no-pain
the light is another sore in disguise
in my world, what is right, what is not
this young man's life is brightly parched
onlookers' discretion is ergo advised
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