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Asche

Inhale

Skin. Burned with sugar.
Blood. Moves like ants.
The world is outside.
I am the place where I´ll die.

All life was been denied.
Seeds are born in the dark.
The war is inside.
A bullet to make a saint.

I´m unknown
Have not god.
Just a form.

I´m unknown
Just a voyeur.
Blank to inhale.