Amor

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Roma.
Paris is a metaphor according to Cortazar.
Maybe. We all are a metaphor.
I am ready and it's too early.

I listen to you and in disbelief I shake my head.
My Skin is wrinkled and old and frail
You don't touch me anymore.
I miss
t.h.a.t.
I miss the roses awaiting on the table
and your long and slender legs hugging me.
I am almost reaching out to you.
At least I pray
that you are happy
and will hear me.
Your siren is calling you.

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