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Leaves

Smell of putrefaction

Standing in the fog

of the autumnal grey

among trees that observe

just like silent ghosts

the course of that reality

But the willow know

that his leaf's fall

it's only food for the roots

Leaves

Decadence

I feed myself with selled souls

of common whores of brain

drinking joyful tears

of whom confuse beauty and wisdom

The smell of death

glad my night

The smell of death

rejoice my life

I'm the Evil

I'm alone

But not a bitch

Not a rotten leaf