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Palm covers my lips.
I’m silent: “believe I in love”
I whisper: One more time is not painful”
And tears drip from my eyes.
Not of pain, I’m just tired
I’m tired from phrases that dead.
I’m tired from smiles that faked.
I get pack of candles and a bottle of red wine.
I wash of blood from my face.
And I get my old masks ready.
I sink into the candle twinkle
As recently into the past.
I’m silent: “There is no me”
I whisper: “Careful now I’ am”
And blood again is dripping.
In such way sense is hammered in.
I hide my face behind the mask
And I shout: “Smile to me!”