Dear women I do not know
I'm in love with you
all of you
As I walk towards you
my forehead becomes sticky
making me feel heavy
The images of our fake lives togethor
take over me
like a good movie
As you pass by me without a glance
the air thickens
turning into water
and drowns me
another you passes by
saving me from my fate
only to leave me to die again
Oh this curse of love,
trapping me into the eternal loop of my last moments
are you a curse or a blessing?
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