One thinks he killed them
Time and absence
But their train sold
Round trip ticket
Those little things
That he left us a rosy time
In a corner
On a piece of paper or in a drawer
Like a thief
They stalk you behind from the door
They have you so at their mercy
Like dead leaves
That the wind drags there or here
That they smile at you sad and
They make us
Cry when no one sees us

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