in which eyes are drowned like aimless shots.
and never again hasn´t bloomed among asfodels of Hades.
that I´d wish.
which I can´t say ever more.
not seeing.
which hasn´t stopped from my palm so far to read to me.
burns for you slowly and silently like blank sheet.
even one tear is more...
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