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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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