I found out about our death.
Our connection's death.
You sleep with tears
You wake up with pain
Your brain stops you in the crowd
Hoping your eyes could see his face.
DU LIEST GERADE
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PoesieIf it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
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I found out about our death.
Our connection's death.
You sleep with tears
You wake up with pain
Your brain stops you in the crowd
Hoping your eyes could see his face.