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Dove Pan

Sometimes I scream

When reaching the unreachable

In the unconscious

When I slip away

From my shoes that carry the dirt

Of what needs to be washed away,

Sometimes I scream

Like a wounded Beast,

When I finally take off my shoes

I realize all the time I wasted

Wasn’t robbed from me from you

But from me robbing from me

The truth that lives within me

That I cannot fit in a half empty glass,

As I’ve never looked at the sky

To see emptiness,

But to see the infinity that encircles me.

My shoes are off,

My clothes disappeared,

Entering the devil’s chamber,

I am set for a black hole.

From nothingness,

It is born a Dove Pan.

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