a rain shower cakes
makes my tears
water but water that is confusing at best. Turns
but my ardor
simplifies my spirit
tames my pain
restore color.
He washed my memory
and is now hanging out to dry on the
from afar who likes to come back.
Like a train on the tracks
I walked your life
also respecting the times
of a story over.
All the evil you did to me I
hidden in a drawer to save face
not to lose respect. But I waved
your sentences
your "I love you", your "I love you" when the world
that consumes me and I reread them
refreshment.
There are slow days and dark
when I think of you and you want it
but they are only moments in which
love overcome pride.
But then I realize that it is boring now to remember past
hatred and reappears in the closet because I have a world here
by am
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