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The Cell #4 - Scorching Heat [2010]
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Paper crane

The shades dies under the trees,
you having wetted a hem, collect colour glasses.
you wander as a marvelous heron near the coast.
the little boy looks from apart, frowns..
he waits when you will spread pearl wings
and with noises will fly up to meet newborn sun,
fallen asleep over the hardened silence of Hiroshima

Number of premature children,
In the memory box.
All remind of you, when
Weight of expectation like knocks.
Boundless happiness from pain,
Pleasure of the small god.
From pins and glasses way,
Tears with dust and blood.

Fallen paper crane are crumpled
Silent song, silent useless swi - ings.
Hope leaves
Hope leaves through fingers like sand.
I have dissolved, you can't understand
Your fucking pray,the children betrayed.

Black-and-white scars on lips
Don't give freedom to whisper of lies,
Silence mask, forgotten tips.
Fills bottomless vessel of desires...

Something desired than loneliness.