Losing out the race for the world on sale,
tears that froze, nolens volens down the face...
The silent cry, the loud scream for you,
Fell like a feather on your blind ears...
Reaching up, out to the stars,
the screaming phantoms hold no bar...
Many deaths died on my route,
to the blurred reflection, so crude...
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