It been told
I was the other skin
On the same pillow
It gathers tears
With you
Sleepless night was choking security
With morning silent
No dream
No reality
The falling love
Rustic moment in thousand agonies
The color is never change
Molding misery on the same bed
With you
There is no life
There is almost no love
Nothing could be rescued
With you
I am no magical.
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A sad write, well penned.