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Clenched Soul

Clenched Soul

Clenched Soul
Always, always you recede through the evenings
Pablo Neruda
Sometimes aread.99csw.com piece of sun
Saying what?
while the blue night dropped on the world.
Where were you then?
the fiesta o九*九*藏*書f sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Who else was there?
I have seen from my window
No one saw us this evening h九九藏書and in hand
The book fell that always closed at twilight
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Why will the whole of love九_九_藏_書 come on me suddenly
We have lost even this twilight.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
burned like a coin in my hand.
a九九藏書nd my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
toward the twilight erasing statues.
when I am sad and feel you are far away?