Why does it happen, 
when you collapse in, 
on yourself, a black 
hole is formed? I don’t 
want to enter, the depth 
of eternal death! 
Would you come with 
me to have a look 
at the fading sun? 
It is beautiful. The 
rainbow on street, in- 
viting you to cross the colors. 
It bleeds the heart, the 
irreparable loss of the rival. 
You are here, not to come again.
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- Published: April 8th, 2018 20:21
- Category: Nature
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