Several times I found my own dream falling on the door. Drenched by rain. As dirty clothes repeatedly washed and I dried out in the spacious yard. At such moments I always remember your face and eyes while looking at me; always shady and confirming. So I'm sure in the end the distance just separates the body. But he was never able to keep the dreams, images and memories we shared together in the most silent longing.
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