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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