Colorful Beats

...I wrote a love letter,
I destroyed it.
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I thought of you
and I torn out my soul.
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Then, I lull myself with invisible images
of your virtual body.
As I touch your skin,
I become vicious - full of sensations.
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High on a nocturnal solitude,
Like a visual lover,
I fall for the nostalgia of your voice,
of your smile.
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And I listen to this fragmented series
of colorful beats;
Beats of my pain and beats of your pleasures,
My lady of silence,
Substance of anonymous figure.

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