Clove Cigarette

I wake up late

My brain doesn't work

I stay in bed

Thinking of you

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The raindrops

Water my

Scorched heart

The tears have dried on my face

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Today is a new day

Maybe I will be productive?

I lie to myself

And continue like a freeloader

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I have started writing

Maybe it will ease my pain

I unload the poisons of my soul

Slowly, as if with a medicine dropper

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I wait for you to write to me

Even a simple "good morning"

But it's in vain

You are holding a grudge

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I don't remember

What was my crime

Why have you thus imprisoned me?

Better punish me with death

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Death will come and take us all

Sooner or later

It seems to me like the black soil

Has already covered me

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Shy

Gloomy

Poor

Boring

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I will wait for you

Until the last moment

I don't want to die

Without saying goodbye

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It is in vain

To burn up like a paper

Since you have the match in your hand

Please ignite my cigarette

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The smoke that comes out

From my lips

Builds cathedrals

In the innocent space

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I remember

When the world was spinning

You gave me a clove cigarette

You hugged me in the middle of the street

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I plucked a rose

The thorns of which

Cut my hand

I kept bleeding

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My blood is still boiling

Don't think that I forgot you

Strong heartbeat

Maybe you are Paradise itself