I won't stay not in this city
I take all things with your smell and color
Turn off the lamp, avoiding meet you
We aren't constant, at least, last hours
I won't stay , not in these roudes
Will break the heel by the doorway step and
You're impossibly irreversibly frowned
Catching my lips like a desert sand
I won't stay not in your mind
Wind will take me with dirty snowflakes
Soon , you leave me , you will be fine
I will be gone that's for your sake
I won't stay not in this surface
Will color hair with something bright
I write " enough!forget these old days
Hiding myself behind naive eyes .
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© Copyright: Анна Ди Асторе, 2013
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