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looking through broken glass,
we sit in this jar for few days,
I hope to breath again,
I hope to live someday.
comming from dusk and eaten by the dawn
My shadow is slowly rambling around.
Touch is so cold, but reached to the heart,
I don't even known that you could cut.

Leave it for later,
It could be better,
But if it won't be better
You can leave it in here...

Words have so many letters
when you write down your name,
But it would have no problem
If we'll have the same.
And paper that we burn
tomorrow won't us concern,
If we'll burn it till the ashes
And take it downstairs...