It doesn’t matter anymore
It doesn’t
matter anymore
You were a
little
of what is
forbidden
in
fairytale stories,
extravagant
hobby
seducing
uncertainties,
little of
what you said
you were.
I used to
dream
of walking
you between the lines
of your
previous lovers
without
worrying how full
of
footsteps your body was,
I had your
skin,
drank
slowly from your scares,
imagined
you walking
through the
neighborhood
in the dark,
the moon
dwelling on
crystal glasses,
refurbishing
the mind with memories
that
everyone already used up
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