𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒¹

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31. march
maybe¹
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maybe you don't write
and maybe i don't even know
if you read what i write
but i know
that you are there
waiting for my daily message
that always will come
because i don't know how to stop
and maybe i never will
because i don't like change
and writing you is my routine
maybe it is yours too?
maybe you wake every morning and read my massage with a hunger
or maybe you even look at your phone and wait like a starved person
maybe... but i will never know
because you never answer
and i can't even see
if you read them

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