I disappear every day
From the earth
Away from your heart
Finally, I feel the taste of our dry lips
To break them! Never think of it again
Outwardly, it would be easier
Than it was then to be child
Internally run to the image
Each word is linked with my life
Written torment haunted me
Without respite
Burn thy diaries, turn it to ashes
The freshness mislead me
So I have to take this fire
And carry it in broken hands
Superstition kills me
Without respite

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