Paolo Driussi
martedì 31 luglio 2018
In the attic
You came
you sat with me
The wooden floor was creaky,
The window was sealed
Stained by the rain
Of the night before.
A forgotten pain
Recurring
But I’m here.
I will always be here.
Won't you come back?
Paolo Driussi
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