I have memories of some confusing and some words from our past
reread your poem and I know new
of your self you imagined or real you
(
the roof and the gulls)
who returns to
gushing words (or mine hidden realities
) did and got rid
my life / I started again and now I
pronouns
sharing your poems with other life / lives
yours when I left Madrid ...
(do not know why I repeat
to rid my life) and a
I
new argument than we
Come see me.
(
that verse I've been, I think
not mine)
Add this:
It misses you.
(neither is mine, but I've
appropriate
with indecent posture)
Sad?
Do not leave / Do not neglect
juanramon
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