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The ember of memories is extinguished,
Does not burn at all!
The silken ashes on my palms
feels nice and cool
I'm shoveling,shoveling them out with my hands
I even don't noteced any scratches anymore...
or I dnot wanted to notice them
I don't feel bad or good it doesn't hurt
I sit with my legs spred spred
And I repeat ,repeat like a child lost
I won't cray I won't cray
But my cheeks already burning with tears
Memories are no longer burned by the coal.
The Silken ash is cool on the palms of your hands,
And I'm shoveling the ashes out with my hands, shoveling them out...
I don't notice abrasions on my palms or I don't want to notice them.
It doesn't hurt me, it doesn't feel good, but it's not bad either,
I sit with my legs apart next to the stove and...
Like a lost child, I repeat: "I won't pay, I won't pay!" and the tears were already burning my cheeks...
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