NAPATSORN TREESAP

I tasted things in blue
The gravity of the null 
I think of the graffiti on the avenue where I met you
It said something I couldn’t recognize 

A bench of the untold stories
A stranger who went to the masquerade 
A daydream where it drains to be just an oasis
A grasshopper who lives in a pity dam world

I danced with a ghost of you
I tried to catch you at the golden hours 
I heard your voice but in the form of an error
I knocked at the witching hour 
Don’t bring me back to life

What beneath is what I used to give
All those that I think it will make sense
For those I think it’s gonna be the same
What lost is me, myself, and I 
What cost is me, myself, and crimes 

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