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The smell of the night,
it’s different everytime.
Can you feel it,
ot you taste it, like lime?
Would you go back to your prime,
o you are doing it now?
You feel like slime?
is about love, sex,
or demons to flex.
Sex tears and sweat.
Or maybe, just play Apex.
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Things will happen, soon.
I can feel it,
like eating the sky,
with a spoon.
I’m spinning around,
like a baloon.
I can smell this night,
it seems all so clear,
it’s not tight.
I can win this fight,
I can see a new light.
I have a new sight,
to do things right.
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I don’t want to go away,
I don’t know where the fuck I would go.
By now, I don’t know many things anymore.
I don’t know what I want anymore.
Go away, yes, but where?
Sometimes, you think it’s enough to walk away,
but it’s like changing the prison.
Where do you run away?
In life there are various places,
where you are.
In life one is a slave to feelings,
in life, one is just lost.
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