You said that you call late at night.
Among many numbers that night called
yours probably has me dizzy Loneliness cigarette
thirst in the bottle of wine may have catalyzed
your absence.
was a slip, a murder.
Sorry for the dying moment of my companion
alone means nothing, an act is sometimes incomprehensible
That night I learned that the trees are wise
But nobody knows, only trees
just wanted to let you know ...
Again sorry.
Shinazky.
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