I let you compose your music,
undisturbed.
*
Awards on my skin in a scathing
.
*
The notes write down on me
are your words.
*
I am cold ...
out ... that wind chills
this naked body
inside ... I feel this
heart tremble.
* Continue to make your music,
undisturbed.
bringing me to suffer the cold
of your words,
you are creating your theme.
*
Stop, I can not stand
more your write me.
*
Try now to play these
first notes transcribed.
*
Try to give life to this
that for me is not melody.
*
Only a hug distorted unites us,
but it is a hug
now too cold for me,
a hug now
matches your theme.
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