The pen writes death
Your room but no you
There is no intimate you in English language
The pen is in need of death
I sleep here in the room beside
The afternoon is written evening
It evenings without the afternoon
There is no pen in death
And the dream of a care
Not taken
Not taken of...
Your room but no you
There is no intimate you in English language
The pen is in need of death
I sleep here in the room beside
The afternoon is written evening
It evenings without the afternoon
There is no pen in death
And the dream of a care
Not taken
Not taken of...
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