Take a look at yourself


These are my last whishes,
(Just for you)

Only few words

So deep
So cold
So free

That it is possible you freeze
In the same minute that you read them.

And all your thoughts of love
(Your love-attack)
Will become a cloud


And a thousand of little drops will reach the sea
(Your sea)
And they will make marshy your sweet dreams, my dear,
And they will become bitter than salt.

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