The foreign day
Foreigner I
Mute speak.
I expect the night
She presses
To increase the voracity 'of yourself.
The night again
Day leaves after
In my body comes to cut.
Then I
Self am
With nakedness recreate night.
They killed the day
Day of life killed us
The night left us live.
But in the darkness
The left wants dark
With our souls shining.
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