Absence
the window glass is dirty
whatever because outside too
the sky itself was filled with old clouds
it seems the world is just dust in suspension
now i'm sure you don't exist anymore
got lost in better ways
in the lovely houses of a perfect world
that I never met
I should wash the whole house
leave everything perfumed
yesterday they finally fixed the pavement of the street
but what does it matter if I know you don't even come
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