When the evening sun turns all bloody The hero in the film says “true love doesn’t exist” They say “you are the one, I want to die with...” “spend the rest of my life with ...” “When I close my eyes you are the only one out there” Romantic ! they are. I’ve closed my eyes a thousand times... All I see is “afterglow”. But when the bleeding sun bleeds no more When I feel your caring fingers Slowly moving across my weary hairs When you used to gently pull the blanket over my body the cold nights... When you shared the little piece of chocolate With me... even though there were many more in the box When your breasts were not seductive but a place to die Happily... resting my head while gazing at your celestial face as if wars were finally over. As if a baby lying in its cot gazes at the wonderful, mysterious wind chime When your arms reminded me of the fortress of fairy tales... Your angry face which the cigarettes feared. Your tensed yet
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