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What do your empty hands desire
What do your empty eyes hope
Even you expire away to the slashed sky
he only smiles kindly
my smile hurts
my eyeball drops
Only jeans, t-shirt and shoes
Where is your face gone then?
The nife of ink splits
the held hands away from the wrists
two are smile
one is tearful
one is tearful
two are faceless
To hold a shaking eyeball
to the sky of the end
whole my body
even I shout
twice more
once more
