i'm burned down, i'm blown out,
i'm like ashes on the ground,
i'm melting away, turning into the clay,
mixed with sorrows,infernally bound,
may be u can find my virtues,
smiling hurricane...then...catch....
bring me back at least in the shape of statue...
bring me back in the colourless sketch...
Where are U?
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