(Acrylic on canvas, mixed media)
you feel strange and I miss you, with little finesse
covered you that night that did not correspond
that invaded the shadows of our bodies
handed over our security. Surprised you
is true,
I am the stranger who looks at you and see
floating in the indefinable only flowers,
not judge, I regret that night,
I do, not by me but because they want to stay
memories, now are small
gods on the loose.
miss me, I too strange, I never
time but withheld
be true, it should do,
your flowers next to my chest. How
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