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Every single tear that falls
for the one that loves our souls,
every single cry we give
will be his until we live.

Will I ever write his name
with the blood of mine to tame
his vehement accursed desire
to destroy our own denial ?

Now we have no time to waste.
Have to run until we trace
every single tear of blood
that enslaves us to this world.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©