we're back

Sweetness, gentle
Kinder, mental
Black hole, black sky
Angel cries and cries and cries

Guess who feels like a mistake again

I am writing
Out a letter
From an anonymous
Sender
And I'm hoping
I can push out
All the things that
Held me down
Like a clown
I am to you
Circus child
Far and few
Spit my tricks out
At your wins
Swallow down your
Criss cross sins

Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime

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نداشتم حس خونه.