i was sitting with her today,
in a park bench.
winter is almost here,
but in that moment,
the cold was with me.
i took a cigarette and put it between my lips.
«you're going to ruin your life»,
she said. i don't know if she really cares.
«you've got sadness, i've got cigarettes.»
and she looked at me, with a smile that said,
«i'm sorry. you really understand.»
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insomnia.
Random«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»
