Smoking;
precarious way
of keeping alive the inner me
in such a gorgeous night,
with so much to do
and...
so few to care about.
A pointless affirmation,
regardless point of view,
a life without heart,
a body and missing a soul.
A coffee in a dark night,
words levitating on the air,
no couples under this romantic moon
just loneliness in this crowded place.
Please, please..
let me dance in the air,
play below water,
sleep under rocks,
keep me away from me!
Let me join
the anonymous in the charts
and never ever come back again.
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