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Mature Content

  LullabyIn the darkest hour
when the strong ones cry -
press your ear to my ear
we'll sing the song
of our cracked hearts  Named after youAt times I like
to sit in a world of my own
and observe
somehow selfishly,
hours go by
untouched.
      
I drive my mind crazy,
late at night reading
between the lines
of a careless note,
late at night waiting
for the inevitable
wrong answer.
        
At times I like
to get lost 
in illusions of closeness,
when everything outside
is unbearably cold.
      
And I wake up tired,
always on the verge 
of unfinished thoughts,
almost 
balancing the uncertainty
on the bridge of my nose. 
At times I like
to whisper out loud 
my thanks
for the light and the dark,
let the sound fade
as all the scars on my soul
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