Here and there all soil is white,
snow on it yet she wears very sharp heels
The sky is grey covered by pouring rain,
all is served the cold coffee
and he takes a sip
They are soulless however they still
paint every wall exists in the tremendous city
Everywhere wild animals are starving
but we keep running closer to them
Despite the nonchalant sounds that
shatter the tiny pieces of beliefs,
none is moving
The sun burns until nothing left,
leaving out brainless spirits
He throws the key of his chain away,
he ate a gulp of his words—
he's deceived by his one own
She buried entirety of her heart,
then somehow she digs in frighten—
and relieves to find it
The feeling is paradox itself.

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