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giordanamoretti
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I lost myself in the reflection of the clock glass

I lost myself in the

reflection of the clock glass

Waiting for you

And I don't seem to remember

The way people call you

I don't know where you will come from.

The front door or the back yard.

So my home is now wide open

But it's late and

The only touch I feel against my skin

Is the

old

same

freezing

Midnight breeze.

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