Rubbed minds with you
I claim not to be the spotless priest
In your shoes i tried but to fit
Just yesterday was exclamation
The scent who poked Jupiter to rains,
Today ashes of beauty linger
Look i at the dryer, there is but none
Table smiling next to i bed
I see a black jet stream pen
That for a memory is all i have
I laugh a thousand times
Yet in the inside a cascade of dust forms
I dream the moons away
For you took all that was life to me.
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