To fill-up all those hazy forms
Stuck somewhere deep inside
I’ve gifted you my lazy norms
As the paper-puppets chose to hide
Sleep not through the misread blur
And choose your thunder, little child
To shine alone like some empty star
To burn your sighs when the night goes wild
With seasoned deaths and reasoned rules
This thirst shall sow that naked seed
Through the cold wings of ancient schools
With weed, greed, and pages to read
Eat your profit and drink your loss
For love is red and hope is green
The green of puke and money and moss
Till the mask becomes your second skin
Far away that sad gray sea
The darkness and the fading lips
The rainbow won’t return to me
There’s a grave where her children sleeps
There’s a river where the Mirror sank
The Mirror feared my dreadful face
Please don’t leave these spaces blank
Just write: “Sweet Forgetfulness”
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