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It was already over 3:00 a.m.
A daybreak almost as sensual

As the contrast of your blood’s color
Running off from your pale and delicate
face

The rain washed my tears
As salty as our sweat

My senses are now useless
My words have no destination
I feel dead and anesthetized
The dying solitude

In the emptiness place, I find your
absence
So serene and lifeless
In the await for a farewell kiss
My only fellowship now
Is the scent of your death

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