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sleepless night,
mind wasn't clear,
time seems fade into the darkness,
blind it's end.
no more past present and future.
my thirsty heart is crying
for some meaningful emotion
from some meaningless conversation.
silence is bitter but real.
fragrance of past and future,
both living and dying,
like my body,
growing and rotting.
and where's my soul goes?
air is still,
too still.
night like this is a prison,
but whose soul is about to be liberated?