slowly as the flower dies



what is the difference

are you happy that we are distant

every moment death could come

wipe away your soul

all the story of pain left untold

so distorted

left in the cold

blue berries

warm my soup

im so cold

perfection in solitude

distortion outside

outside in the cold

cold, cold,cold

only stories left untold

sitting out here in the cold

so cold i am so cold

and you are so cold together

and alone we are one in the cold

The End

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