it's u and i and nobody else.
longing feels like a solid wreck.
like a break of a mountains.
if you'd ask me what's next,
i couldn't answer a heck.
what about us?
it's me, i and myself sometimes.
and the dark casket.
we've been hearing these tales for a hundred nights,
but you still got me asking.
too many riddles gathered 'round the doors,
my overreaction has caused an earthquake.
what do we have left more
except a secret handshake?
secret handshake
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