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Pitch black skies of a single shade
Sinking into my fading eyes
Cold streams of thin breeze
Flirting with my careless ears
Warm drips of shy ethanol
soothing down my cold throat
Sharp frames of abstract vision
giving way to blurred ones
Sliding myself to the eternal serenity
I always used to love
Shredding them all
for something I never liked
Dragging myself hard through
Winds of unused emotions
Fours years of unsung feelings
Put into chords of unknown pitch
I'm singing a song I never wanted
But Its giving me something I never had
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(dated 23 September 2008. turning point, i guess.)