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Disease

Cruel, cruel

time of day you dream

Lies Sigh

Breathing life

Abuse

mind the cold, fear

Abusing

hope

ride the wind to the illusory

Lurking at the window looking

Seeking to nothing

do all casual, late

you as a prostitute

Facilitate the moment,

We wish to bite the fruit let

But let the memory lost

Among naive mind

dyes are to follow

That reality

Time, time

blank page Constant

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