Scissors From The Home Hardware Commercial

no title to the second

albuio
NOTFOUND the door to open, and I mute

nondirò nothing, still. in the last drip

piangendouna madness ready to go out, slowly.

sarailontana, I can not go.

avevoin mind to write, to write to you.

unultimo gift, a souvenir, a piece

diqualcosa that maybe we were looking together

or, perhaps, only I was looking for.

sonofiniti fragments, not a memory

nessunaconcessione last letter

stealthily I write, I write. not a word,

nessunafrase, not performance.

Leparole ended.

sìquelle that in a few hours, did shine

iltuo smile, then, my.

unsolo doubt remains. I've never loved (vel similar)?

oppureho always just loved my words?

unsolo doubt remains.

undubbio and a big recommendation:

comunquesia, go fuck off.