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Black box of my Heart

Every morning

I open our chat with hope,

just to find radio silence

I keep moving because

stopping would be death;
a luxury postponed for now


The unspeakable remains

under the cold sea while

I drown in silence

Words like bloody knives

used to hurt with truths and lies;

but silence is no shield

Denying reality while

tears are not yet dry
just forsakes the future

but time is meaningless 

when seconds demolish years;

when ruins are my estate

My heart beats alone,
discarded since its beginning, 
its music meant naught

Only a wet hearth
awaits for me at night,
and fire will not burn there

Come here and stab me

so at least for one moment

we are close again

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