Compare me to a former self
wandering through the warm summer breeze,
hugged by solitude
comforted in lost.
Lost of myself
All through a new unknown,
new fears, new spears.
And suddenly an acquitance turns the water dripping over pizza into light,
freshness and flavour.
And suddenly, around the corner
half world back,
the iced summer breeze hits back
caresses my nude tighs
and gives me comfort in lost
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