It's a bit dark out there,
Thick clouds are crying non-stop,
Occasionally screaming high pitch voices,
This coldness that enveloped all over me,
Seems to never let go.
As Nek said it over and over again,
"The desire that I do not want",
Seems to echoed Neruda,
"If suddenly you forget me",
How ironic was that.
I wished I can put a stop on these,
Only that Im having it in my head, and my heart.
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