Today I woke up and nothing of you was here.
I hardly remember your eyes… were your eyes questions?
Were they scared shields? Were they dogs, tears or smiles?
I hardly remember your mouth… was your mouth a moon’s corner, beautiful, like smiling,
or a makeshift room where to hide a love?
And your hair… was it rain of rum, good only for a dry summer, your black hair?
…but do you miss me a little?
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