E 'this is a strange time. I have deleted a part of my life and instead it was in a drawer. But now the drawer is in bloom, full of stuff. There are pictures, smell, touch, tears, dreams, movies, objects, an inch of flesh that I know by heart. I miscalculated and now I have also the interest payable. But I think I on the right track: I'm doing trample. And the wave, and once you 'shattered against his obstacles, he disappears and becomes calm water, the kind that lull you with the only nostalgia.
I put away a lot of photos that will take dust
both remorse regret
that grudges and why
I'm doing a little spot
and who knows that I expect
that empty space there was there there will be.
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