Spegniamo le vibranti note
melancholy smell of old
memories and memories
away.
Shut bright colors,
sacrificing our eyes
to breathe the dying heart
offended.
Shut the nostalgic
first person plural,
reducing it to just a singular
lonely.
Just me, now, between your fingers,
hold the power of the stars,
and closing the hands,
eclipsed their lives
without help.
extinguished .
Us. Together. Once upon a time.
KILL .
I. Alone.
Now.
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