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I come to you Like a ritual On the same hour 10 pm Knowing we share the same love Witches chasing love for the moon.

I miss your angelic face I miss your sweet voice In the middle of the night I miss your moon conversations Your warmth When you touch me I ache ..

There is joy In having free souls around People with whom you can connect This is the elixir of life.

After a long conversation Where we could understand each other I thought to myself It is nice I can connect Then a shade of pleasure passed over ..

I am so lonely I expect messages from bots I read And I answer to them To stir a conversation.

Somebody accidentally sent me A love note I read it all And for a while hoped It was yours.

Sunny shores Sultry summers Little clowns Dancing erraticaly Happily In the room That My Friend Is music.

I wonder what you are doing now Are you getting bored Like I am now You in the hostel And I here in the bar In the middle of the night It would ..

Talk to me A word from you Lights up a fire On this winter day.

Ah! To be seen. To be heard. To be understood. The ache of it all.