Lovegraphy

we looked for lies
and then we believed what we were talking about?
written on coffee cups,
o with slippery last letters
whose name was it?
as if my faith in its irreversibility
has already been formulated.
look, it was close to zero yesterday
Today I am alone on the boards of the city and
I am waiting for tomorrow's solution.
there is knowing someone and
forgetting someone without knowing.
maybe it's your absence
these black stones on my captive shoulders.
He always wants to knock my body to the ground.
to look up, speak a line and
even to ask "why".
...doesn't know the possibility.
maybe it's your absence
"Shahmar" in the skin of snakes
wraps around my neck and
blows my blood from my veins.
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