Shroud from fog, the cold November day
Empty Park leaves lick
You leave in distance sad in a quiet
Anticipating, to do away with life
Solitude I your second i
Am a sadness & sorrow forget a heart
And as usual one and also
And every day of sulphur and sullen
Filling with bath warm water, endless journey...
Razor friend your, the drugs close the method of life
Slowly eyes, endless journey........
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