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(santosynth)

mas quemao que un cenicero del bingo

For A. (as again)







Would you please be just a little piece of me, walk this way and talk to me ? Let me take your hand when you are so close, while is here, because it's so freezing and We can't stay aware of too many surrounding things.

We may take a little trip, take a train to see the sea and watch how rain it melts in it, feel less lonely or incomplete, two rainy drops mesh up in tears.

Then when the night comes down, We will still want to speak, more of this, like we have been silent for so long and urge to spit the world out in minute.

And when We will wake up you'll be slightly far from me.

I'll start again to do my things, on my own, confused with the crowd of many people I won't know like i know, you are ment for me



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