A MOIST EYE BEMOANS.
I never knew how the communication works
It's just like several waves works together.
And make me suffer
But am sustained in a way.
And where the boldness comes, I do not know.
However I am bold.
I do not know the parents voice anymore
But I know thy work.
What is this communication I could not communicate?
Was it a coincidence?
What is this communication?
A communication of death?
Or do I have an eye that sees nothing?
I do not know.
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