Depressive city,
Dirty bike.
Ugh, what's a pity
Would l like
To live without you?Before
I meet you,l don't even know
How deep my fucking mind is
I lived in overtimed peace,
I can't imagine all that dust
What slowly-slowly, like a bus
Was carrying couple of problems.
All days, all people.
Are keys for
Pandora's Box
And I adore,
This risky game,
This risky bit
I guess you were aflame.
Don't wanna beat
You. Maybe, I
Will start forgiving soon.
Tonight
My conscience stoped choking me
I analysed, l thought,
I will be free.
I will be happy,
I will shine
For me;
I will be damning fine.
Finally it worked out
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