Even your eyelashes make me go crazy,
That lost miracle in me invites you still.
I feel segregated, I feel nothing,
Numbness all over me as I long for that company.
The days are sour, the nights are killing me,
The beauty is gone and the pain resides.
Each and every moment, a bit of me is disappearing,
I wander in a lonely land, death never comes
And I feel I am no longer in the life.

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