that's it.
mmmh, yeah, i can't find anything else.
any piece of paper that would talk about
the way you look at me,
your smile,
your eyes,
buried deep in my mind.
i can't find anything about you anymore,
in that place of my mind called "romantic".
yeah, that's it.
guess i gotta let you go.
— to b.
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poetry
Poetryde la poésie en italien, français, anglais, je verrai si ça ne sera pas trop ridicule à poster.
