Maybe ... someday, when tired of unnecessary charge the torment of mind with love, fall rendered in a dilapidated cemetery ...
away from you, away from your memory ....
Then, only then you are involuntarily with this worn piece of paper, and you finally read it and discover the ordeal that I lived under the shadow of your forgetting ... ignored by your smile, without the light of your eyes.
And it will only then, when the sweetness of your voice, wake up every single word printed here, escaping from this insignificant piece of paper ...
and decrepit tomb flying to me, whisper in my ear that I've finally released.
Your meanwhile, I love you know someone with excessive vehemence, and that someone had the audacity to die for you ...
We hope you gifts ...
One last look.
DEDICATED TO AMI ... A GOOD FRIEND ... PARADISE OF THE PURPLE ...
... THE CROWFALLEN
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