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In a garden full of locusts Pain was a crying man Wrapped in several kinds of skin Seeking consolation in machines Stuck in a hole of collapsing time Locked into solitude by body state and mind A silent tension drags and weakens In a hollow room the darkness deepens The curve steepens Just another blank diary entry The emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry A slow painful goodbye to glory - goodbye to glory A gentle murmuration concealed to all but me Estranged sad and softened In a low sky by the sea – patiently Disciplined desirеs and toxic agendas Polished by light yet still half rеmembered Fatigued - tired ragged and distressed No way out of this unholy mess - I must confess Blank diary entry - the emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry - a slow painful goodbye to glory Goodbye to glory From Letras Mania