night said to me:

they say that people shrivel up
because they have an imagination.
So, don't imagine anything,
you'll become brave as hell.



sometimes i stay alone
dream like a child
of her and seasons
pictures and fantasies
moving on and on
up and down
up and down.
in my mind.
in her dreams.
but reality is near
and the wine turned to water.
of all the things she said,
someone must get hurt.

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