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It's Not a Drama...It's Rutine

One Hundred Steps


A shade that hovers above me
it´s your hair, it´s your face
my fingers are over you
insomnia takes me away
thoughts, apologies (a sudden sense of emptiness)
Three more hours of television and endless rain
I can´t believe I could make such a stupid mistake

Everything reminds me of you
(e eu não quero olhar pra´trás)
Memories and promisses

Memories, of you
a grave of stones, we have around us
I´ve stabbed you

I cameback and realize, another flower is gone

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