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Taste of Cold
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Winter with the taste of cold
In our thoughts
Shadowed our walk
On the city streets
Like schemes of children prancing
Looking over our shoulders
Afraid of the dreams pursuing us.
Trashing slowly towards the centre
Of the core of our beliefs
We carried on, in dense foliage
The bleeding starting as we talked
From the faces we saw on the road
We gathered a sense of the loneliness
Like circles and places of empty houses
Lights on but no one living in the world
So long ago
We laughed in incredible adventures
That ceased to matter as we aged
Shattered like pain in dropping heat
The fresh happy eyes of other places
I could never be twisted
With just one garden to grow
Maybe even a million
Would not bring the satisfaction
That any sidewalk would know
Cold with a taste of bitter in the air
The casual glances of empty eyes
Gently invited
Our hopes to manifest themselves
The sad laughter of the animals
Lost amidst the paces of life
I cannot remember
The first time I noticed the walls
With a tap on my heart
I flow and words are pondered
But they do not come to conclusion
Endlessly departing from the station
They catch not a drift of the cigarette
That is burning in my fingers
As we walk
City streets inclined to hostility
Match the mood in the mind
Winter with the taste of nothing
I yawn
That is the most expression
I can manage
