GUESS

I´ve passed by every place

I lost all the loves

On the paths of floors

Which token me to the hangars

Where I flew away

So far away, to forget

Seeking for shapes

I didn’t shape anything

Running away from labels n´ covers

Not to be any more

Soul, Sun, Soon

Be more...

N´ When, in short, all my faith

Was to believe in the power of

Sugar-free black coffee

Insi[ght]de the bottom of my heard

Hidden from everyone else

Still, I was thinking of you

That you were coming to me

Who would say

Guess

That isn´t me

That isn´t me

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