The orange poem

Last fly

The orange poem
I knew the lost ground i talked at night with the little sad child
I knew the way-69 i walked on the sky with the bright eyes, my secret fly
Sad child, last fly, lost cry, last fly
I knew the brothers and souls i cried for us, for my numb, numb mind
I knew the love-underground i lied to myself when i want to escape in the last fly
Sad child, last fly, lost cry, last fly
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