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Go,
my sun go.
Collect all your golden leaves
and leave me with pink wounds.
Go,
my son go.
Collect all your lies
and leave me with bare bones.
Lying in bed with saddened eyes
I count the mistakes,
eternities and chew the years.
It has been a long journey
from cloud to cloud,
time to drop on dew again.
I return to silence
to feed my body.
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