In the morn without heaven
Buried under shadows of ordinary tales
Caught without consciousness
For you I am
Painfully craving like a abandoned recollection
Inside barren muse
Without the power to create and destroy
I am obsessed with the scent of the venomous flower
In the night when the moon was secretly
Creating illusions on the blaze of your imaginations
Yet, I thought I exist in you
I am remembering you
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