Distance learns by days
as the heart grows colder
and hands harmer.
On the high
want to be
forever away,
not to shine by day
but night -
eternal little nights.
The smell insides the fear
and the new and the real
grow taller
as everything else weakens.
Hello little girl,
would you like to pass
the next years with me?
I have nothing to offer
and everything to deserve.
I only know how
to loose your wings
and see you fly.
As I stay on the ground
looking at you,
at the sky,
manifesting my mind.
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