Like the first star that shows up
when the sun goes down,
Like a goodbye gift
You were painfully beautiful
from the start to the very end.

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Soak me in
I will stay here
Like a nostalgic shadow 

The light that enters never leave here.
Some light that never leaves with the sun ;they grow into darkness

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I thought I love all the things I have loved

But when did the Christmas tree got sad
and became a reminder of the
time gone by.

When the cold hits, things might
get a little heavy.

You have a coffee,
try watching the sunset from a glass window,
see that it isn't working,
washes the cup and texts your best friend.

Then you go for a walk,
cry a little, come back a different road
with a sigh of a baby
who got back to her mother.

Do I feel better?
I can not say.

The Christmas tree looks a bit warm
and cozy inside.
Maybe it's the lights on the dead weight

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One normal Friday,
I will stop seeing you around
with no words exchanged
just like that
The air is going to be heavy
And everything will be painfully the same

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The place still sells pink callunas
She have seen them her whole life
But never owned
She fought the world and her demure demons the day
she bought it for herself

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..silent stares under soft september skies

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It is difficult to ask for love, and it is cruelly easy to say no to any excess.

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Endearments to soften the blow.

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Who works on a rainy day?

The bougainvillea downstairs
shed its enchanting pinks in the rain
I'm not crying, but what beautiful pink contrast!

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As you grow up, you understand certain things;
Like a room with big windows

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