Old pictures of you
Shaded with time
They remind me of someone I knew
Infants pass by your arms
This smile and mouth of sugar
It's mine, I wear yours
When I speak and puke
The forgotten ones, become alive
Half dead of a spark
This smile of yours, I breathe
While I'm retiring
This stays on my lips
For everyone to see, the glow
Bounded with sorrow
I am half alive in death, never whole
I am going away in empty pages
In empty speech, lost dreams
I live behind empty thoughts
Of something well hidden
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