fifty seven

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your eyes breemed fainter

like golden sapphires,

there was inseparable silence

in the spaces between us.

only if i knew how to fill

the empty space,

the needles were too sharp

inside.

thats why everytime

i peel it on my skin

it leaves a mark in the soul.



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