did I live or did I survive
these are two very close concepts
but also far from each other
like birth and death.

my thoughts and mistakes
my women who are tempted by devils.
they were all as beautiful as angels.
loneliness gives me existential seizures.

I’m like a wolf that has lost its pack
howling for the light that I will never touch.
full moon, crescent and stars…
all of this will lose its meaning if you are mine.

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