1) everyone loves the arrival of new things. Like the sun hidesto let the stars appear, the moonrests in the deep annals of the skya lone object. Scarred, colourlessbut bright. 2) winters melted on the palm of the earth, until it started to burn.flowers sprouted from new born budsbut sooner, it will be a funeral pyrethat will burn petals of life,everything will turn to dust.3) stuck on the soles of my shoesare the moments I counted back,when I waited upon him, while he never came I stumbled,
evening walks lay stretched on a straight path. 4) I thrust my pills into my mouthI need one more to live through the night. It swallows pain, like the last hiccup that I gulped,I look at the things I don't needeverything that is garishly coloured is a memory. A few weeks later I know what happened to me as I discarded the garbage bagAn episode of partial amnesia. that ate my headaches. Original link
evening walks lay stretched on a straight path. 4) I thrust my pills into my mouthI need one more to live through the night. It swallows pain, like the last hiccup that I gulped,I look at the things I don't needeverything that is garishly coloured is a memory. A few weeks later I know what happened to me as I discarded the garbage bagAn episode of partial amnesia. that ate my headaches. Original link
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