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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

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tragedy

I’ve missed you lately.

It’s funny how I’ve missed you lately

Like…

I’m drunk in old memories.

Damn beautiful memories:

Hands, hugs,

mornings, nights,

moonlights,

your eyes.

By my bare hands, those I murdered

now against the rust

came like a fever:

Haunted.

Relentless.

Damn! This I hatred.

“With you, why am I so helpless?”

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Reddest yet bluest.

Mahogany, melancholy

You are the reddest yet bluest melody.

Drown me, lift me, suffocate me.

I’m dying happily in the midst of your tragedy.

You’re such a clever felony!

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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