Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
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Out to Get my Demons
though they keep smiling,
replying
“We are not ready to die”
And the Brown Lament
As the sun sets,
liquor drank hard
goes down tumbling
breaking through bricks and rocks
hiding shadows deep within evening lanterns
No Face // Kaonashi
Who am I?
Looking at the mirror
I have no clue
Though I know me
Me as in, myself
But when I look
I see blank
Where is happiness?
I mean the pursuit of it
I am trying
Trying to find me
Though all is blank
Blank with no face
SIMPLE WORLD 