Hangers of pain
Slush a certain reign
Painful rain
Moments shared becomes pain
Abattoirs of memories
Stabs joy of fatherly irony
I wish you were here loving me
Not stoned without emotions
Cold when I need your warmth
Painful departure not that old
We have lost both the lover and the cold
The world is no longer our home
Wishes are imaginary
Pains romances incendiaries
Gentle…this ceremonies
Reminds me of
men we can forget in the greatest of hurry
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