Time is no more,
Passing like a melody,
Recordnize the strange.

And as I believe,
Feel the blow,
Suffer any touch,
You walk by.

I can see,
Not feel what’s real,
Try the taste of beer,
Cold winds melt.

Desire literally burns,
What is left,
Shyness makes it different,
Forgot living was life.


About marthachiara

Just that down there
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