The cold bed
the wet window
by drops of dew and ice
Yoour smile
is a line in my memory
I don't forget
Your lips were two books
that taught me
to say the word love
because the word solitude
i learn it later
as the words dawn and silence.
My name doesn't matter
I am fraud of illusions
I only play with reality
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