i do not wait for the colors to change
when red is not red anymore
when green becomes black
when the sea turns into a desert
when the signs of bad changes come
i will take the first move
of moving away
from this calamity: when love is gone
when there is no more any place
to hide to save what is still left behind
when there is no more you when there
is no more me even to speak of
when love is gone the whole world goes away
what is the use of talking and writing and thinking?
everything stops
like this one
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