Going To Argos
40 minutes ago I wanted to send you an sms
thinking of you while I was drinking my cofee
at the terraces that you love them at night
but I didnt write because of the overly large sunshades
and of the empty place from me
which could never be taken
now I write an sms that I will not send
because it is impossible to let myself to be seen
me who I look like a broken bench next to any empty place
at the terraces that you love them at night
with the lamps big as the story of Andromeda
but with the sunshades overly large
only now I send you an sms in which I have written nothing.
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