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written 19.9. - 22.9.2014

Black afternoon
Stained silver spoon
Please let it in
Take your medicine
Sin

I softly place
My hands on your face
No alibi
In my lullaby
Bye

At the end of day
She went away
Rather I took her there
By denying her air
But when a candle burns low
It is better to blow
At least if you can't
Light it again

If they ask for you
I'll wear a mask for you
These empty eyes
That symbolize
Lies