Short Happiness, Eternity Sadness
So here we are
The unrest of our mind
is just a broken song
named condolences
A phone ringing and
we are all ears
eager to listen nothing
But happiness is a cold one
We are the tooth ones
in piano; someone plays that bar
without ours
Blue overwhelm, black overnight
Do I have favorite colors
before our perpetual kisses?
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