I'm a spot, a fly on the wall.
I'm lost and afraid.
I'm empty, broken, useless.
I'm sitting next to the road waiting for you to come,
waiting to feel your white and bony hand upon my shoulder;
your cold lipless kiss on my chick;
your milenary voice saying "join me".
And rest in your arms for all times.
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