I hear you in songs.
I write you with my fingers on the table.
I see your smile while I walk on the streets.
Without noticing myself, I look for you in other persons
but I give up,
I don't need this.
So
I avoid singing "Black " from "Pearl Jam" day by day
wanting to capture in me the idea of forgetting you...
this is a bad recipe.
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