I woke
up
Here is an
empty shroud
reminds me of a
white
curtain
on a marriage bed
There's just walls here.
and
I smell of night
Where are you
Where have you been, since
since
since
And now,
here
When everything
is fleeting
I never thought
you'd become so
you were so
ethereal
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