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I waited for your return
Until the light went out.
Every page you turn
Drives my desires out.
I'm half dead,
I'm waiting for my funeral.
I do not know what I did
To have the soul in the hospital.
My days are quickly passing away
Death has pointed the finger at me.
I broken the way
The memories fall on me.
Where will I find you?
I lost my way for a long time.
Everything I put my hope in you
Turns against me even time.
My tears are running hot
I have no shortage of a handkerchief.
It's cold, I'm hot
When it's hot I'm cold inside.
Make you come back or else
I'll be finished like steam in the air.
I have no more where to lean
You support me in my fear.
Victor Poet Without Mandate✍
BIBLIOTHÈQUE VICTOR POÈTE-PAROLIER📚
©Victor P
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