i think an awful lot about you,
so that in my head is nothing new.
you take up all my space,
in front of me i can see your face.
but why I hate everything all about you?
just tell me what's false and what's true,
because i am off my route
and all the voices became mute.
the sunset is not so nice,
it froze as if in ice.
and the air is not so needed.
the screaming mouth is bleeding..
19.03.20
my-our space
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