Dark coffee fragment
Unspoken word flying towards the glass
It struck back and hit my face
Verve red blood was dripping on concrete
Clouds were filed with dark dazzle
Sea storm that I had never met
And I thought that I might love you a bit
And maybe this sentence will never strike through the glass
Glass smithereens torn hand
Coldness filling an empty room
And I want to take the last smoke
And clash the sentence through the glass
But only now the glass is crumbled
The sentence is stabbed in glass splinter
Maybe I will never tell you
Maybe you will never know that...
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