Natureza morta

Lucca Kosta

Still Life

The cold skin, the eyes shit, I hold his hand
I wonder if you hear me
You were cared for, You were loved
You have gotten flowers, still life
Did I stay alone?
Or did I just stay?
Who knows where one goes?
If I knew, I would go meet you
I miss you, You were loved
I bring you flowers, still life
Did I stay alone?
Or did I just stay?
Be happy for me

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