Alodia, 39

I am jailed by your memory.being far from sunlight.. then walls scented smokes.. and staring on your picture pro of evening coffee steams and cherry lips gloss.. You rent space in the back of my head. Eventually the present become a cage.. I'm a restless bird fearing to fly and longing here still .waiting you return

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