I speak of you day by day in different thoughts thinking about some day's when I use to sit calm and reminisce about love not playing tricks.without happiness as gift my heart still cherishes the warmth of your skin in a lost world with walls caving in "searching for tiny spaces to win" struggling ,wounded ,hurt within on that journey blowing in the wind. I'm sad and cough up in the intensity of your touch turning my feelings to dust burnt in thirst and fuss,in tears I sit alone blue soaked by broken nights dew thinking what I might do sad without a clue in your world wanting you...
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