Nothing stays, everything's quiet,
and your smile like chilling bite.
Red roses, glassy rain,
from my eyes, just darkness…again.
Heavy steps heared from the candid landscape,
memories resound, but absent the shape.
Like the bottom of a sea
or the bleeding gash of an idea.
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