The way I'm not in the mood
just dazed
making priorities
which I tear down
with hands that do not care
Care
of what? the light
no, the night air
which I'm taking from the
sky
just tucking it down in the
pockets of my jacket
filling my mouth with it
so that I can not speak
When saying nothing
I hear EVERYthing
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