Who remembers whom.
Who cries for whom.
Who waits long for you.
Dressed in the silence we pass without recognitions.
Into the empty streets of unforgettable pain.
No doors to open up.
No smile to hug you.
No witness to wipe for the truth we carry.
Everyday the dark tunnels wait for the defeated.
Wait to put the terminal seals.
Once the confessions are over and the sufferers let the tormentors rejoice.
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