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I have to tell you dear

I’m not surprised at all

The winter on your shoulders

Use to be my fall!

I use to kiss my pain,

As dew upon the flowers,

Made love during the night

By counting up the hours!

But wait a little more

Someday you will realize

The hearts you’ve been trough

Were different by size!

Until you reach a point

That knows no turning back

You’ll feel the lonely winter

Like a dagger on your neck!

©Leonard Seiti   Wednesday morning 3AM

"Ma io senza legge rubai in nome mio, quegli altri nel nome di Dio."