27 aprile 2008

I CAN'T SPEAK ITALIAN ANYMORE.
BUT I SPEAK WITH YOU.
YOU YOU YOU YOU
DON'T TELL ME WHY.
LONELINESS, SANDWICH, RED WINE.
JUST THE SAME FUCKING WEEKENDS.
PHONE. PHONE. PHONE.
MY PHONE RINGS.
MY EYES, YOUR VOICE. IN MY MIND.
LIVING IN A BOX.

HEART-SHAPED.

YOU'RE SO SWEET. AIN'T SHE SWEET ?
NOW I SLEEP. BED.
NOT FOREVER.

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