I quoted a moment or
the love that I did not know
that as soon as the return date
could be. Now, the swing time
the waves of the heart is dormant.
November nailing boards
cottage window.
I forget
Can I past summer?
and crawl to the autumn of passing.
All is not as before.
Sometimes, secretly dry eye corner
seeking to tear.
I no longer believe in miracles
Too often the carpet feet
out of the way drawn. Me
is not given here in the world
no good standing.
Friendship deceive even that sometimes,
and pee rises from the friend.
I saw him slowly
cut off my life.
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