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Any Further Word

Geimhre

My hands are so cold
what have I become?
I look at myself in a mirror - Monster!

This sterile breast of mine
procreates only dust now
If I could paintnew colors
they would be dawn.

What a sadness, it won`t take me
I won`t listen to any further word
What a sadness, it won`t take me
I won`t listen to any further word

I left all my precious spaces to unworthy people
who tore all my beauty and forgot everything
but now I will take my things back
because I feel no pity