I spent my afternoon.
Passed in a lovers gloom.
I embraced
The
laziness.
No new thoughts,
My memories leave no room
For new thoughts to be born
Memories
stick
to the roof of my head
& its your name they call.
Fighting with my ambitions
That are already dead
I drowned in the white covers
Of a circular bed.
There was coffee and a slice of bread.
I felt human enough in my head.
The rhyme can go on
But that would be of no use
I have already said
What needed
to be expressed.
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