In a world of strangers and thoughts
I live in the stiffness of darkness
With a bottle of water and
A slice of bread
Feeling the crisp coldness
Yet dry in my cheeks
As yet my inner body be
Entertaing a crowd of
A jacket that I call bestfriend
And of
A shadow that I call identity
The streetlights shining as
My sunlight in the evening
And the
Candlelight that lasts until morning
With every breath makes a fog
As I master the sound of silence
But with every footstep
Killing the stillness
And as I feel my sense
Is just emptiness
An old friend approached
Embracing me
Providing me the comfort
Life never offered
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