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tearing up my hands for i
hate not to touch you
repeatedly reminding myself but
every single thought dies
at the moment when you
try to comfort me again
sorry for not listening enough
under my eyes there are
nothing but foggy memories
stitched with unrealistic images
hiding in all the other concepts of
idealistically precious you
not that i don’t find you special still
even when you refused to stay
creating something mindful
only to prove it to myself that
loving is enough for me
loving is enough for you
all the tiny feelings bring me to life
pulsating through my veins and
spreading the poetic words across my
entire body
confession
© Copyright: Юл Гликберг, 2020
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