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I am the silence.
I am the wind blowing through your ears
On cold and dusty nights
I am the winter's crystal spears
I am the distant bird song-fights
I am the dried rain-tracks on windowpanes
Like jagged lightning blades
I am the girl who lives on branches;
Anonymity in spades

I am the dead pixel on your screens
An inky techno-blot
I am the old wallpaper
The colour time forgot
The clock that's frozen on the wall
At half past when; that's me
I never catch your glances!
I'm dying! You don't see!

I live and die in details
My beauty clutching on
I'm lost in life sprint-racing
And you won't miss me 'till I'm



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