the one night, the last night
the night within the dream
the last goodbye within the dream
the last time you talked to me
the last letter
and on it, there was only :
and the waves,
the ever black waves of coffin still wander aimlessly on the sea.
When will they reveal their contents?
That day will come,
and by then I will have lost my mind,
every bit shattered,
every shard of my mind,
sharp as a knife.
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