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My mood is like the weather it changes with unexpected ways creating a mosaic based on the antithesis of cold and warm colours |
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If you could read in my eyes you would discover a shade of grey when |
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I smile because even when (I am) collecting moments of happiness my mind descends in my shrine to pray in front of the candle of life. |
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And its flesh parts are slowly melting slipping down like white worms. (The) walls around are decorated with nailed butterflies. |
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Each one a happy thought, pretty but old and lifeless. |
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The thirst for joy is never gratified only grows as pain is interrupting our wishes and "help" us learn through analphabet of scars. [Solo : Sotiris] |
