WORDS
Call me.
One year already passed from that.
Tha word and the spectacle that you said still burn into tha mind and it at the end.
A little more by you.
You who become cold in my arm.
A little more by you.
You said "Love" while weakening.
Call me again.
The body and the mind have gotten rugh because of sadness of losing you.
I found the last letter from you.
The world where you are not is not interesting.
It's the ocean where light might not shine.
It's only that float even if eyes are shut.
I now don't have the opened courage though a new door is soon there.
EBACK
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