Here it is,
Spreaded out, scattered
Before your very eyes
All of yours you didn’t get
My words
Which were born mute
My split-second
Which stays forever
My fire
Which finally exploded
And my eternity
Which came to an end
Tragically nobody's fault
I couldn't talk
Words would cost too much
You couldn't hear
Perfection was too loud
This time,
It's your turn.
This split second,
Is your eternity.
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