the fire burns. orange full.
while the warmth rises
between drafts of a closed door
and bad memories of trips on a couch.
the quiet calm. cold water from tempered glass.
not feel any cold.
even in deserted streets at night.
language and dried by a night too long.
the car in gear and blues stride.
to make you think your stomach.
life on the asphalt. is wrong. returns.
perfect car.
forgotten songs.
forget memories.
forget myself.
the skin and the smell of what ever.
am aware of my hands.
them speak for me.
contreau. with ghiaccio.grazie.
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