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In My Mind
In My Mind
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Thousands of letters, waiting to be enlivened.
Cause they know their strength.
They die daily in hope.
They beg me to make them immortal.
Cause I know what they'll bring to us.
Somewhere, somebody is waiting to meet them.
Someone someday will be haunted in disguise.
They kill many, they are murderers.
Let's meet in chaos and decide.
Do letters form life or deform love?
It is in our ink that they're numb and insane.
I'll write a few, let readers decide about new.
