Ice night

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It's as if it's stuck in ice
I huddle in the thick blanket.
I started thinking again about you
and for your tattooed body.

I sipped from the bitter glass of wine.
I remembered our meetings.
As if I was scrolling the tape in cinema,
and you left me only your belongings.

Leave me a little hope,
and she had a little pain in her hand.
You are my weak spot, or so it seems.
Then I took off the last piece of paper on a roll.

I wiped away my tears.
I promised I would not believe in love anymore.
I forgot your lies.
Do you remember when I asked for a ring and you bought me flowers?

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Goodbye and Kisses ...