The fall also reflected in my skin. It peels off the bed
from
saw many sunrises from white papers, many magazines and games
shaded
a quilt from Ikea.
So many dreams, and books.
The che, communism, newspapers and computer
hidden. So many memories
unfolded in the case of life.
The early mornings, school, poetry,
a first love, hangovers, my guitar. Mom
not close the door.
The radio is still playing but it is no longer there. So many
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