it's cold,descolate in the hour and midnight has not played the dialer.
I feel alone In the tiny cracked fills of my void.
I heard the lonely wind screeched down the day.
if no one gets the tip, it's long time that no one will understand me.
I am the soul left in the dark.
my envy become my everything.
I kept what I feel deeply. I saw what is secret ly.
no one ever know till him who call the caller.
his company is surely missed.
his voice forever silk in my memory.
I laid down on the foam of cheap market down and look at myself.
how did be I am singular for long time?
I think know why but I look at Jesus for better understanding.
©allegoria
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