There are still traces of moisture, its smells
already filled my loneliness,
in bed its silhouette is drawn
which promise to fill the brief space that is not ...
I do not know yet if he will return
no one knows, the next day, what you do.
Break all my schemes, does not confess or bad,
not ask me anything change what gives.
is often violent and tender,
not speak of eternal union, but is delivered
as if he had only one day to love.
not share a meeting
one you like the song that engages your thinking.
not yet asked "will you stay?".
I greatly fear the response of "never".
The shared prefer before emptying my life is not perfect
closest to what I just dreamed ...
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