I don't want
to go home
With my arms
open, I just want to stay
I'll wait
for all my days
Joy is
absent
The dark
gets darker
When you're
not around
Alone in my
bed
Deathly are
the days
Second by
second
The ultimate
waste
Flowers are
falling to the floor
Then blown
away
Then
re-arranged
Never the
same
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