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3am never hit so close,
delicate dust shimmering in the sky
are my companions

most of the friends are fake,
my mood shows rainbow colours
coffee bite bliss at midnight

i'm assured, that nobody can drag me
from tasting the skyline blues
i have lived in tidal blues all of my life

just want to breathe in nostalgia,
of happy tears days
never ending pain always lived

sparkly obsession, transient love
taking shades of autumn leaves
alive in fictional world

humourless story telling, spontaneous adventure
drowning in dilemma of countless wants and needs

of milky scars, penguin wounds,
insecurity in its peak
this is me. this is my season.

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