Tu omnia | You are everything.
He wasn't a reader,
He had no eye for art.
He thought it all to be commotion.
I thought, there has to be a way...
So I immortalised him,
By writing him into my words.
And there he'll stay.
Quiet, sealed and calm.
In the art that is him.
I loved you Once. And that will never die. It will live within me Somewhere. And one day when I'm sitting alone in an empty train Y...
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