wide awake on hate
hate that the flower has chosen the moon
like a lion in the Hunt
I look for hope

drunk on work
I lurk for your time
clock on the wall
suddenly falls

Time dropped
stopped all thought
I see my raptured past
in time stop,
fast forward back
to that frist day
I met you

I stepped to you shaking.
quaking, saying to my self
is she the one, t

common isn't it ?,
the brain lite with your name
single word falls
why?

it's strange because
I miss you but
you don't remember

I can't see anymore
sure maybe some day
but when will that be
you see I'll be here
near the collapse

perhaps it's better off ,
off not to force but bye,



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