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A H J
I can't see the stars
But, in the pitch black I see the planet Mars
An old new happiness I set with a worn-out timer,
it seems like my heart is now a foreigner.
My eyelid is worn-out
Sleeping eight hours are not enough,
The wall which I sticked my will and wish
Are also a poem to an individual's sight.
I feel winter at a land that never snows,
While writing a poem to drown my sorrows.
Positivity notes are burned with her words
I am blamed for a small enormous fault; drowse.
Exhaustion and sadness.
I'm on the verge of an old madness.
I rule the world inside my head
Why, am I only closing my eyes ahead?
just an old poem
A H J
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