Category : Poems

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I walk down the street, 

Already on my knees.

So many people around me,

 Who are already hurrying 

To go nowhere like me -

 To the last day of our heartbeats.
  I go where the wind takes me,

 I have many phone numbers in my head,

 But I already know that not a single number

 Is available for me to call now.
I'm going far from the house I called home, 

I don't know where I will find my end,

But loneliness no longer scares my lungs,

I lived the same sadness several times.