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In the dark night
the sky
reflects the desolation
of the waiting.
Never before
have they been in this moment,
never again
will they stay at this point.
Transitory time
that feels like eternity
everyday of the week.

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Opening up
wearing out
everything I can find inside
something new
need not to be fixed
but I keep repeating
over and over
an iron trail
of firestarters
deepening the scars on my soul
making me bear
everything I don’t want to perceive
luckily the light is blinding
so I don’t have to see.