little in the morning I opens Enchanted
enchantment of this
be new
tear drop remaining
breath
that plan
-tips-on
draws near and laid his head on his hand
unveiled.
small step
imprinted asphalt dark
not at night
not at night
but coal
left to recline
fallen from above from above
where the sky
is hugging the moon.
small hands that touch you while tears
thin
I embrace you and surprise you
the eternal
and report to you
light brown
and suspend yourself in
sad farewell.
small
finally
this madness.
which I know nothing.
that's all. 
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