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From 1 to 3

Tonight I am alone

Like a thought

Lost in a storm of life

Left all to my self

If it is allowed

To think

Aware of truth

To be

Because tonight I am alone

To look close

And yet so far

There is someone

That forbids thoughts

With killing intents.

Rush rushes

Me

Forward them

While the brain

Panic signals Receives

Like before

Comes and kills

Survives

And then times stops

For an eternity

And yet so short

Just to find out

Was it Ibro, Ivo or Ratko?