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Serkan Mısır Sep 2019
A candle lit across the room
The night stars blew its flame
Darkness, grey scarves
<suffocation> I can never escape

Blue, musky sky
Dying, itself a dark purple
Dying, such a horror
The darkness, I can never assume

Now here I stand, two lungs and a heart
And a burden
The sweet apple of Knowledge blinding me
From blossoms of life

The sweet apple turnt brown
Now I won't go down
With a frown
Against the face of the clock
Ticking his mustache with his menacing smile

Irretrievable!..

— The End —