Maybe you’ll remain inside my brain
as the light of a dead star through the laws of midnight
as there’s a ghost inside a cold coffee
I will perhaps forget
I know how to give up instead of wait
but how to recognize a stone
from a god drowned
in a bottle of gasoline
who knows
Mine, you are mine
as this alcohol trust in life
My heart fades like a ghetto
after the rebel’s execution
and yet I wonder
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