“If there was any chance for our
love story to be written, you spilt the ink by mistake or God-knows, intentionally...if
there was any chance for our song to be composed you scared away the notes without
knowing or God-knows you watched every sol and la flutter and disappear...if
there was any chance to sleep on the same dream you set the alarm without me
seeing or God-knows I felt every second drip on my heart’s wings...
Was it you rehearsing a melodrame
or me running down an utopian rhapsody, or God-knows a vicious envier that
chewed our names cruelly, to spit our crushed petals out on some deserted land...and you left me, God-knows you did...left me like a lonesome frozen peach hanging from a wooden hand that has been stroked by an early winter..”
said Layla repeating it 40 times
and woke Goliath up by mistake, or God-knows intentionally, whose yawn let her
steal a glimpse of the ink spiller sitting behind his giant teeth with a three-eyed sunglasses..
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