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I will tell You where You are.
Tell me if You feel it,
that You are here,
desoriented with your self,
missing Your own odor,
accuse Me I was the one
that for my loneliness Had to steal it.
For my loneliness You are here,
with different names, and figures,
I see You even walking by the livingroom,
smiling at Me with coffee without sugar.
Smiling back at Me, with a pecular smile,
with the meaning of follow Me.
I told You,
You never left,
You are here,
writen in my heart,
with permanent ink.
Sena
that You are here,
desoriented with your self,
missing Your own odor,
accuse Me I was the one
that for my loneliness Had to steal it.
For my loneliness You are here,
with different names, and figures,
I see You even walking by the livingroom,
smiling at Me with coffee without sugar.
Smiling back at Me, with a pecular smile,
with the meaning of follow Me.
I told You,
You never left,
You are here,
writen in my heart,
with permanent ink.
Sena
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