Life does not feel sore
Not too far away
From the golden ore
l will find the way
To another world
Where I survive
Without the cold
Of your hidden smile.
Touch me from inside
Tore me into rags
To the riches of
Never ending lags
Between our lives
Hidden from the eyes
In the old archives
Burnt in paradise.
24.04.2023
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