... you see, Any?
They can not
understand each other anymore.
not even the sad
sound
of my cries,
on here
in this desert of
shadows,
of silences, of ruins
ede crazy poetry.
You see, An,
my cruel ex-lover?
I can not rest
anymore
my head on your
breasts
delicates,
and I can not anymore
neither wanting to
die,
after a beautiful
night of love,
on your bed!
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