
A blind shudder,
Following the golden drops,
Forced the transparent ones,
To leave me,
As pearls do,
But without any expectation...
A soothing lie,
Over the fling so true,
Words below the running glue,
To get back you,
As the shell wished,
But without any restriction...
A Saturday night,
Before the guitarist’s pride,
Holding chaos so live,
To feel you,
As art desires,
But without any iteration...
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