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I have made jokes in a wake, and I'll do it again.

I've painted a face on a toast and walked over a dead sea, attempting to draw a smile on that loved face, which I thought sad in the distance.

Raising the dead without any respect for their mortal remains, an army of the undead marched at times. Only at times.

Some others, the gap that you leave inside my embrace is too large for anything to pass.

The absurd brevity of an æternal minute weighs on my limbs, as I attempt to swim towards you.

The current keeps pushing me away. The phone falls from my hand once more, but my body refuses to sleep without yours.

And another blank night approaches, that I'd use. And I can't.