Forbidden to change,
Do dreams conflict in violence?
The smell of smoke,
Makes inroads to the place,
The last cigarette,
Touched by your lips,
Burns away...
Like delving to the end,
The horizon of thoughts,
Nothing’s there,
In your breath,
I’m inside you,
All that I want,
Is for you to be inside... of me,
Can’t I keep this one thing?
Forever
And sway in its tunes,
There’s no use
Of the moon
In the day
And so,
The saxophone,
Listens to my heart
Melting away...
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