Every time I look at you. My wantings are in parade. Countless dreams are born when I think about you.
Category: My Blog
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270616 Temptation
A casually worn memory. A scarf wrapped like a fragrance all over you. It seems to be settled. Sometimes you smell pictures. You fool around them. A mute spectator. Searching for the price is a temptation. You’re dying to live once more.
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160625 Uncountable
They look back. They don’t count. An intangible joy. They don’t forget. Indifferent today. They waste the sunrises.
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160614 Relationships
You are chumming. People next to you. Relationships. Buildings they are. Some doomed. Deserted. Pupil. Teacher. In the most difficult. Your own.
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300516 A picture
You let yourself be. Free to think of it. The acceptance of shortage. Which demystifies the images. Revives the dream. You want to believe in miracles.
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160522 Sparing
Standing by. The dream beautifully dresses the pauses. It spares life.
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160516 Repeatedly
Over the sound of hers. A music of yours. It doesn’t get old. You can perform it repeatedly. Monotonously beautiful. Like the first time.
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300416 Birthday
In a different era. Voluntarily exiled. A receiver. Of buried values. A guardian. Conquering the truth. Learning. Bearing.
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160418 Absence
You listen. You smell. You feel. Like you see. Absence. Poor experience. Weak. Lost in time that does not roll. Until you see it. You learn again. Close to her.
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160414 Sky
You win. You’re jealous of time. You choose the words. A parade in front of your eyes. You spent. Hopes. You fill pages. You make the sky your wanting.
