I would never come back
To you
When the nights are scary
The weather is chill
The time is too long...
But love
To maintain a distant
To keep silent myself
And wait
Until the blood
In my veins...freezed.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
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