Category : Poems

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The night always comes 

With a new heartache. 

 You can fall asleep. 

 I'm still tired.
Oh, I'm still trying to follow you,

 But I'm falling...
 I talk to my pillow and wait for an answer,

 Loneliness is a disease that grinds

 Your youth and makes you feel worthless.
  Even the stars do not want to multiply 

This light that comes from the outside.