Te
write I write with anger,
Because I miss you. Because
rocks lies a void moon
Because silence insomniac measures your absence,
your non-presence that is beyond the abyss of the night
scathing, angry and sorrowful-absent-
The night torn walls,
that resides in my heart and my soul. In the space
halved,
White, bright and clean.
In the open space and settled at the point of a scalpel, in the space
pounds, to inspire.
you expected.
But I write-you-with anger, rage
With glowing and anxious, sad
with anger and singer.
I write the definitive A-Dieu, which does not promise
never
or after
after nor more than ever.
but I write ... the brutality of this
day 7 corrode in April that someone has stolen.
and no more. "Nothing
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