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100 years in a Plate

In the night he became the Beast

I begged for an Infinite amount of time,

Infinite hours in a night,

I ran.

I throw you away.

I took you to a river and sang you a song,

It is childish to say but

I have no sad words anymore

All I see is beauty and purity,

Oh Beauty, Muse, is all around me.

I stare at smiles,

100 years in a plate,

I see me, seeing more,

Every moment took me here,

To stare and keep looking.

Not scared, not uncomfortable,

Naked under the skylight

I can run but I can longer hide,

Where do I go from here?

The beginning is always the end.


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