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31 lines
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irantaj, irantaj, irinta
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2020-03-07
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think of the beauty left around you
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consumed by urban monsters
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and dissolved in ashes
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from burned-down skyscrapers
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the shadow sitting next to me on the train seats
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tastes like charisma with a whiff of perfume
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I cannot exist in two places at once
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I cannot exist and let you have me too
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I'll try to write you letters from where I am going
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but I make no promises, especially nowadays
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and anyways, the bumpy ride would smudge the letters
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making all a haze
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tonight is a blank canvas
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upon which I'll be swept away
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so please take down the empty portrait
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of me hanging in your hallway
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going, going, gone
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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