Lonely souls running
I see an army of anger
The illusion fear
Tears hiding.
And they return
To new universes
And forests burn
Soaked.
If dreams be real
What else now
Where else to
Exit 29.
Hearing the call of crows
Pains seem to grow
A box blow up
Inside a strange
cup
Poetry is something
Perhaps my love.
I see an army of anger
The illusion fear
Tears hiding.
And they return
To new universes
And forests burn
Soaked.
If dreams be real
What else now
Where else to
Exit 29.
Hearing the call of crows
Pains seem to grow
A box blow up
Inside a strange
cup
Poetry is something
Perhaps my love.
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