Painting a night

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Let the sun pass,
let it became night.
I thought, maybe
it will be fine after a night.

But the night became colder and colder
So cold, my skin numbed and burned

Left to ashes,
Left like dust.
scattering unreservedly in the wretched wind

Soon I reached a dead end,
Stagnant in my desolate mind,
I settled.
Settled for nothing.
Settled a little too comfortably.

With My body caged in nothing more cruel
than the abyss of my mind.
I feel like an empty tomb with

absolutely nothing.

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