Afterthought
A break in the pain
A cold blurred sight
The way back home
In the quiet night
I tried to forget
To sleep keeping warm
Taking my steps
Into the unknown
I went with the flow
Forgetting your voice
In the blindness and folly
Of a faint fickle joy
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