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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

Cold in the room

You came to the room and I received you as God brought me

I bathed with flowers and brushed my hair

I touched you with passion and love and I only received gall

Your cold body before me did not react, the room became an iceberg

Pingunos play in the cold room

I can't find the way you see me differently, I can't find words to react to me

Nobody knows what I suffer, nobody knows in the snow where I live

Nobody knows the cold baths and the pain that your forgetfulness causes me.