Once, on the Street of Dreams...

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I painted my days
The salesmen took em
I needed to live
Unexpectedly, you showed up
Like a lost thought's sense
Miserable,
Stood in an empty gateway
When I painted your last day
You walked away before
before I understood that
It is impossible to leave
They said "Sell the painting, if you want to live"
I didnt have anything else
In the morning
They woke me up
I was at the empty gateway
No "Good-Bye's"
I had to go
Black, dense forest
Stood in my way
Hands entwined in thorns
Millions of years tried to tear through
To find you, still
Fiery bird gnaws the dream
Lack of strength, lack of tears
And suddenly, someone
Embraced me
Bizarre, empty room
Understand each other
Without words
Once, on the Street of Dreams