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THE WOMAN.

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THE ATTIC.

Silence killed us in a blink of eyes.

Memories were buried and left unfound.

Kisses and hugs and hands holding tight _

all being consumed in a black hole.

What’s left is a hollow

in my trembling heart.

……

You ran away to our promised land

and you met me in my runaway to the land we promised.

Hurriedly took me to your place,

up to the attic-

where all the stars and moon collide-

and all the deeply buried memories woke up.

Then…

Kisses and hugs and hands holding tight-

coming back lively like an angry wave

going hungry for kissing the shore

as if you never did before.

 

DON’T FIND ME.

In the cloak of night, under old pine trees-

you said you would find me

“3 years later, I will cross the seas”,

whispered you gently.

But please, please!

Can you not find me?-

after you hurt my heart so cruelly

Came back to her and left me alone in the trees;

night cloaked on pieces of me.

So…

My misery,

my tragedy,

please don’t find me.

Free me!

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