Poesia n*16. You’re not me.

So I know

I know it all from the beginning

I have to breathe and to breathe and to breathe again

’till the end of time

Of my time

And you can do nothing about it

About this so called truth.

So you know

You’re not me, at all.

No deep thoughts, 

no harmony within

No coffee to clutch, 

no body to touch.

No true feelings, 

no meanings, at all,

Even though I know you.

You’re that kind of person

Who will never forget a thing, at all,

About me.

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