I hate your glowing window
I hate your glowing window
on the damned hill
like one of the fiery boiler in hell,
before which stretches out dark meadow
with abandoned wells,
with a something like a mill
on the horizon.
You're my halfway mistake,
you're poison.
Like a bad thriller
no one has played the role
of my potential killer
so fake.
P.S. your thoughts were so noisy
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