When he hurts already
the soul
but they live yet
gangrenous
hopes
to make a step only
slowly
reservedly
Towards a god
I was hoping
this not
it's not true
that let him be so
does not come
more springs
neither summer
what was left over
is left behind only
not world the lord of a lake
is left behind yet
Tricky dreams
spring
a man went away
who never
was never
he loved.
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