monologue (with stupid)

take me
ill regret not having, not taking it all.
step back
when we meet i dont want to see a frown
lay on the grass, bring the wine.
becoming or begoing but dont stay still,
tell me
its you that i miss?
on the shower, in a bench on the park...
lay down on the grass, and bring the wine.
stay right here before running away.
maybe someday we'll have time to think about this.

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