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The black night
coloured my curtains Nothing to hear Nothing to see And nothing to touch Everything's silent Everything's dark The moon is depressed It's hidden behind the clouds The leaves are shocked They're fasting... * * * * Nothing... Even the wind Sank into the darkness... My curtains tried to talk To say something But that "nothing" had Its respect and control It controlled everything And even when my blood tried To...run... My heart just stopped it... It was a death moment...
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