"Hidden in the darkness
the ghosts
lost in the dust
while trembling
they grip the needles
that spit
poison into the veins:
it severs the breath
the smell of urine
and I can no longer feel
the scent
of oranges"
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the ghosts
lost in the dust
while trembling
they grip the needles
that spit
poison into the veins:
it severs the breath
the smell of urine
and I can no longer feel
the scent
of oranges"
link rotto
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