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The day runs away from me as if it was the night that invades me I don't demand anything from it not even the last light rays kissing my cold face of December in farewell my hands touch the buch of keys while my feet corsetted by shoes leave me at the house door for my escape of the night that invad…
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I don't know if a bird dies in the air or on the ground his last flight ends with open eyes and closed beak the secrets of all winds he crossed become mute chirping no longer vibrates his bones lightness feathers don't warm his body anymore each bird lying on the ground is a dream of ours that dies.…
7 days ago / 60 visits / 3 comments / 2 people like
