Loneliness is your job step echoing behind me.
Everything is nothing if I stay here.
Nothing is all around me.
not let slip into the warm embrace of the soil.
Raised.
Kiss the scars and thanks to them.
When another sun will wake up could be yours.
Wait.
not allow time to slip on.
React.
I hope not too late to recover on my wings.
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