Our pleasures are illusory
Our approaches remain human
The seconds drag weight
Our dialogues remain voiceless
How to serve frankness
You speak in italics
This language draws barriers
Do not imprison my wishes
The season of revolt
Wars without an objective
The employers of sorrow
Work every day
Your rivers of sadness
Ride my fortress
Your foreign corridors
Bouquets of pistols
The beautiful days say goodbye
Deserted is the light
Our fleeting reunion
evokes a bit of nothing
Period when eyes cry goodbye
Beautiful is our story
Masterpiece of time
We are simply two lovers

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