Arrange Themselves

Fly into the night

The words that can not wait until the morning

If they had to wait

They would dissapear

In possibility of never having ever

To reappear

Goodnight and good morning

Words will arrange themselves soon

On a paper

From a spoon

Collecting thoughts and memories

That is the beginning of the week

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