two drops were sufficed to drown the last memory, submerged cup, the last whisper, wisp breath who aspired my soul, to get rid the skin of the warm subtle and insistent feeling of touch that left no trace but bones which refused to release your sigh even an little eternity.that's not why i cried, my tears made no difference, it was the feeling that sprang from the beginning fate had already been accomplished before your first words reached me . if i am not guessing would i be happier? if you believe would have acted with more cautious hands? would be my gestures less careless? do we know? do we can?what could or not, what i should or did, what you wanted and nor, none of those means anything now because a flower did not live long, neither weed.the earth absorbs the life the yearning the despair attempts fights breathings flows phlegms sap and after that, ashes, baby, ashes.it's a losing fight from the beginning. who decides is not a mind or a heart, is the misunderstanding. it's what i tell myself when i forget that i don't have you anymore, and hopefully you appear suddenly around any shadowy corner, as the ones that live in me. with the same sadistic smile on your face. while i try very hard to destroy any trace of you or me.
i've had an epiphany. Vino veritas.
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the feeling i'm living
in recurrent rewind
of true blood
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