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No sun around,
that is what,
I can say about me.
No, sun around,
that is what is left,
around the brics,
in lost toughts,
in gone dreams,
an ungovernable soul.
What has happened,
I know,
my dark has turned,
and killed me by.
I've lost nearly all,
not even my soul,
seems here now,
as this verse come and go.
What am I, now,
loser in the battle,
not even wounded,
just fallen,
watching the sky upon,
searching for a call,
finding only dark clouds,
more and more,
closing the eyes,
in no light,
as the last sight.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny


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