Squeezing cold fingers

Touching the heat within

With every stroke of compassion

Cooling down the state I’m in

Grey colored weeping eyes

Watching the end of primavera

It’s like skipping on the summer

Falling into the grave of Cerebra

Hypnotically moving lips

Saying words without a sound

Blowing like an autumn storm

Leafless branches on the ground

Snow-covered motherhood 

Melting to reveal the first base

Whispering all is fine, and 

some imperfections are to embrace

Extravagant drawn pictures 

of fairytales from another era

comic book-like exaggerations  

explaining the nightlife trauma

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