Do you hear

Do you hear...
What I’m silent about...

What are my eyes howling about...
But I don’t want to...

I just want to see your eyes,
in my delirium...

I just want to be near you,
not that it would be true...

You’re the bravest,
of all those who’ve been humiliated by the world...

You’re a bitch,
and you’ve killed my nerves...

I don’t love...

I’m afraid not to say,
that my eyes are howling...

And you, in that night,
are dying for our...
us.


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