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Teoman
Silent Hands
I still die
In my secret garden with plastic flowers
I run away from silence
I take refuge
In the arms of exhaustion
I wake up suddenly
In the only beautiful place of dreams
I search for its taste
Finding the way
To come back home
Whose
Whose are these silent hands
Eyes wounded with purple rings
Hitting my shores
Is it you
Whose
Whose are these blind eyes
These senseless lies
Are you the one forgetting your name
I still search
For the untouchable honey
I run away from the crowd
From loneliness
Our friend is death
