Recitation!

Recitation!

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Dystopia: Where Fortune Comes First

 

Dystopia\

Chrystal tears too gloomy tonight 

Can you hear my heart?
Things are going off these days
I am waiting by the road of sighs
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Can somebody please call a fireman?
My heart is burning flames
Can someone please call a friend?
I need a shoulder, someone to blame
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I cry, unheard. I bleed, unnoticed!
Fragile, until the end
I need, gone!
Break the silence: sigh!
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A tear slowly escapes my eye
It tickles, it hurts, it dies!
Another follows and some more
Still the same: it all goes!
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Ah, feel the breeze punishing my skin
I should have worn something;
I should have listened.
My fault. I admit.
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I lie, think not the opposite of truth,
On the ground and listen to roses
Telling me different stories
About a lost land.
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I stuffed my head deeper in the ground
I try to find the perfect map
Treasures, gold, fortunes
All I have ever needed
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One thing missing: who to take?
To the unknown: who to trust?
Fortune: who to share with?
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Aye! Fortune not what I need but company!