Serban Raducu Bogdan (7 march 1988)
Where I Walk, I Walk Alone
I'm having trouble,
finding you, your lips.
This city holds,
no recollection of you.
The streets bind people together,
tangling their hands, in a hurry
in harmless handshakes, or frightful hugs,
but it's never gonna be you and me.
You're avoiding to love
I'm beginning to hate
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