My Poetry
I wish you only
We became the gambler
Bet all the happiness
And we lost everything,
Hangs on intersections
Talk of my own house
All running,
Watching the ghosts
Finger on the wounds
Holds the whole world
We have millions,
Find these two eyes
We get to know
Singing an unknown song
Comfort in my arms
The darkness of the eras
Also wishing
It is possible
Say with whom you live
All broken scattered dreams
Now maybe breathe
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