Your life
is a wrong place for
emotions,
you know.
Don’t speak
if you don’t have a
good reason.
Don’t think.
They wouldn’t believe
how many mountains you climbed.
Highlights
of a real painful life
course,
you know.
Prizes
you’ll win at the drop
of a hat.
Don’t shout.
They wouldn’t believe
how many mountains you climbed.
But you’re sure there’s
nothing like tasting their blood.
Silhouettes like stone
slabs,
countries with no
flags,
black hands in white
gloves,
hornets without stings.
It’s always magic when
you finish your task.
Why do you see haze in
your heart?
Nothing
can escape from
dissappointment,
you know.
Move on
don’t look back and
waste your whole life.
Don’t cry.
They wouldn’t believe
how many mountains you climbed.
But you’re sure there’s
nothing like tasting their blood.
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