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The thing that scares me the most is to forget This fortnight hunts me Every moment does Two weeks so easy to waste Things so easy to forget Lists stacked on me Words I musn´t forget Even though so easy A fortnight for the best time of my life then again I´ll put on my suit once again mute like all the screaming men there´s so many words lost in businessjackets stars trapped in computers of men who forgot from time to time you´ll see a crystal in their eyes and when it melts (if their heart is warm enough still) they cry it onto their computer once I stared at a screen so long I only saw snow shimmering flying crystals from the sky fade and wash everything away I couldn´t bare to be one of them (for you see) It´s not only my independent doom All my thoughts turned into poems and im so scared to watch them fade I am their creator I give them soul undone they         float like ghosts in the limbo forgotten and never birthed those pale crystal constructions like chromosomes & cells built me 4 dimensional spirits 2 dimensional bodies through 3 dimensional hands I cut out pieces of my soul to give them souls of their own if I don´t    trap     them in icy white plane with the                 I gave them                   wings they´ll end like Icarus taking my soul with them into the deep puddle if their forgotten so am I
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC
Inevitable
The thing that scares me the most is to forget This fortnight hunts me Every moment does Two weeks so easy to waste Things so easy to forget Lists stacked on me Words I musn´t forget Even though so easy A fortnight for the best time of my life then again I´ll put on my suit once again mute like all the screaming men there´s so many words lost in businessjackets stars trapped in computers of men who forgot from time to time you´ll see a crystal in their eyes and when it melts (if their heart is warm enough still) they cry it onto their computer once I stared at a screen so long I only saw snow shimmering flying crystals from the sky fade and wash everything away I couldn´t bare to be one of them (for you see) It´s not only my independent doom All my thoughts turned into poems and im so scared to watch them fade I am their creator I give them soul undone they         float like ghosts in the limbo forgotten and never birthed those pale crystal constructions like chromosomes & cells built me 4 dimensional spirits 2 dimensional bodies through 3 dimensional hands I cut out pieces of my soul to give them souls of their own if I don´t    trap     them in icy white plane with the                 I gave them                   wings they´ll end like Icarus taking my soul with them into the deep puddle if their forgotten so am I
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k-f-h
16/germany
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC
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