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I have always wanted my mind to be a graveyard,
but you've never become one of the corpse.
No matter how hard I tried to push you into the world of vacuum,
where nothing,
not even an air
but only a gravity exist
that turn its world into an axis.
I always wanted my mind to be a graveyard,
and when I walked around all the names,
names that I help destroyed in my soul, names that I forgive but never ever forget;
I never try to find your name.
I never find your name.
You were never the corpse yet you live beside the graveyard,
living in these castle as a cold king
that reign a dead kingdom.
And I am the opposite star looking at the monster of your aristocratic.
Looking at you,
and wishing that one of the meteorite will took pity on my soul
and finally make you lifeless.
But you live free,
reigning my brain,
and overtook my soul.
You are like a ghost whose lifeless frame were never found,
and I'm the one who looked you in the eye-
Balancing the fire in my soul-
above the crumbling titanic on a dead cold Antarctic.
-a.
I appreciate every single one of you who still read my ridiculous writings.
x vaioretto
ANDA SEDANG MEMBACA
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