I have cried thousands of nights in your sleep, the broken ribs of the chest are bloodless.How thick is the darkness, the golden days that I have lost.My crime is a meaningless wanderer, I am not in your borders. I am a love-drunk poet without identity, I lose you in my eyes without sleep. You do not know my poetry,In search of eternal happiness.You are known in four walls, memory is in poetry and song.
©xavier11
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