to the Lost

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pale mouth trembles

      (try to match 

      stale sounds of music) 

my mental state. 

water swells in my eyes, 

until they sink back in my skin.

frail frown looks up

       (yesterday

       can't think for today)

to being open.

sleep foreverDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora