The angels had left their prayers into your hands
Suave petals blown in the wind – your lips
And the existence – unknown
The torment of the incoming morning was crying inside my
sleepless eyes
That you should have filled with chimeras...
That you should have left without a word...
Without a whisper...
Only with malicious silence and a bitter kiss
That I did not know it was to be the last one.
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