ℛamiro Debenedetti.

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the endless tale of you and me,
continues to go on
with that melody, with that
same ringing you put an end to it

until the hands of the clock stop,
let us be together still
beautifully colored

there are some things
that go unchanging
and the lies will always
to be forming
i cried every day, knowing change 

without knowing rotting
lonliness i've
become a distant memory
as well too
if only someone could stop
these hands that ground me here
i wish

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