Pale Thoughts
Seated alone in twilight, silent
While behind the glass
A whole day is passing by

One of those nights over
With much confessions
Acting like my own parody

Exhausted from an altered state
Growing calm again
I remember a sentence

In vino veritas.

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current mood: hangover
current music: Of The Wand And The Moon, "In a robe of fire"