The light in your eyes is acidic
Face that burns with the blowing wind
Because the way is like a imaginary line
But you didn't bring me into your hands
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Blind, no sound in the taste of trauma
High are the birds in the sky
My head hurts, but I’ll survive
I watch cars, and people's futility
A Munch’s painting in a lonely eternity
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