SubZERO. All questions erased. At times forgotten, censored, under snowflakes or stones I used to step on. Future on hold, such far objectives and present objections. On the radio ('I hear November rain' :) ), 'Hope I choose a better tomorrow, than a better yesterday', it's not my demand, not my doorstep, anymore. Anyway, it's better to fall, because you eventually stand up... If you choose to stay, you'll eventually crash and never let go of anything. We always needed a neverending intermezzo, not a passage; found destruction and forgot banalities.
No finish, no regrets, they never work.
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