Prisoner of a loop of time,in an univers
whose last even atom reminds me of you,
every sunrise is born from a thought of you,
every sunset is drowning in a memory about you...

I'm continuously living this day without tomorrow
in my univers ruled by the deluge bearing your name,
on an ark in which I have not decided yet
if I want to be a loser, a winner or just a surviver.

I don't have pigeons to proclaim the waters withdrawal,
but I have a terrible thirst for you-
sipping the last drop will bring me
the atonement of guilt of loving you
and my fingers will clinch on my sharp edges,
bleeding a tomorrow.

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