A WATER DROP LEAVES AN ETERNAL TRACE
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a thousand of empty days
is an army i should resist
a cigarette takes a hole
eyes fall out to take their rolling travel
into the blindlands
where gloaming glue' children bodies
made up a shelter beneath citizen's feet
blue sky in the watering asphelt
the beauty of the turnskin city
my image has crushed like a wave
at the mirror shore
between us
pain is the only thing which is common
sharing a day
while number of people in it
is more than a number of minutes in
a thousand of empty days