I can not write today.
Rejection's a deep wound.
His embrace, lasted all night,
tenderness, no sex, that's was all.
We both wanted that way,
but much more fragil I was,
I needed his warm chest,
to dream that away I was not cast.
He needs alone to be,
to inner rest, find his way.
Let him go is all I can do,
even if it's Farewell.
I can not write today.
Breathing's not an easy task,
silent kismet's waiting for me,
quiet, still, gone I am.
La Finita
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