Lonely days..
Inflamed imagination.
Angels cry.
bury itself- it is new.
Close your eyes. Don’t stop.
They are obliged to see it.
Stop. I don’t believe in this.
So.. I will see nightmares every nights.
You think I will go mad now.
I feel you come.
Close your eyes. Don’t stop
Angels cry… And Die...
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