Rusty Leaves Fall
Bullet Course
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The path that erodes the memories
I still follow unclear streets
An ocean of thorns on the ground
The rusted path
Dead leaves and twigs broken
Piercing the feelings
This face I see in the fog
My flower I cannot touch you
Only shadows and regrets
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Autumn leaves
Cover the stone path
The void carries me into the woods
An infinite: saudade!
It makes real dreams and constant
Consume myself, lock me
No more getting out