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Nava Um Jun 2020
A long time ago,
I embarrassed myself again.
My ceiling had eyes,
With a mean mug.

This life is like
Riding out bad drugs,
But then I dissolve.
I was just trying to sleep again.

One time I confronted a mystery:

How did you just turn around?
Without a thought of where you left me?
Into the air, into my head,
Forgetting why I ever cried for you.

Then I dissolve.
I was just trying to sleep again.

— The End —