Today I’m late
I’ve been sleeping seven years
I froze somehow to death
What the fuck happened
What did you become?
Who you married to?
Get out my body, scarecrow but guess what
That’s what I deserved
They hunt alone
My words belong the crows
But my lovely memories belong to your mouth
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