Bad combination

I steal your thoughts
at the speed of light.
I enter the fingers of your dream,
to wake you up.
I tell you, that in all trains
there are passengers at all times.
I lie to you that I will be yours
one day in this sad country.
We are two good
from a bad combination.

◄ Stay alone

White sheet of paper ►

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