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The obsession pokes my forehead

Like a beak hungry for worms

Countless nights awake

Still resonate in my wounds

The misfortune is a blessing

To any stubborn mind

Becuase I walked for years

And got to the same point

These streets are familiar

Like if I've been here before

Days seem shorter

And the future unknown

June's equinox had me

Skip my sleep

Not even the midnight sun

Will shine upon me

And here I am

Staring at this wall

Hanging like medals

Hanging like trophies of war

Torches light up fast

Dying along the way

I burn with them

But every spark worth the pain