milk overshadow my past,
drinking
like tea, savor with laughter ended
to dismay, many moment
spoil my day, watching and
waiting
the night welcome the day
wrinkle calls every tongue
to smile, even the teeth shouted
to stop
no one calls to quit, unless
the ground invites to crawl
the wind holding me tied,
seems endless joy of lasting
cried, it was a fool's
glory landed in spoiled
diner
...calls me nonsense, for nothing
I can say
than thank you for leaving me
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