Forgot

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.

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About marthachiara

Just that down there
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