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I dont want morning to come yet. I dont want sunrises and morning flowers. I dont want voices, people, life. It is harder to hide when the lights are on, and there is no option but.

I dont want lilies and wild flowers. I dont want apologies and little blank spaces. I dont want more skeletons, walls or demons. It is harder to hide when the lights are off, and there is an option but.

I dont want morning to come yet, and erase my impenetrable night. I dont want stars to shine or walks in moonlight. The silence broken only by wild creatures and forced sighs. There is no other way to quiet quivering lips and whys. Later when tears conceal to fake crystalline, and there is no room to breathe, I’ll pull apart the curtains, clear conscience and take flight.

Maybe some day I’ll be found somewhere with broken ribs; closed eyes.