're dead, well play dead and buried. "And then what? Why this torture that I undergo every night? You know that I spent two years trying to get together, articularte .., spending jars of paste. I failed and quit. You know. You know but do not settle. Just lie down and turn off the lights, appears next my bed. Do not see you, but you sit there and listen to your breathing. You spend your hands as warm breeze on my eyes, my lips, my hair and you follow through my body until I burn. You'll be born a second before dawn. I ask the reason for my dark circles and I can not answer that every night I wed your shadow. Your shadow I can not afford to live. You're dead, well dead man and buried. I need your second death. I'll see.
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