Dario Fociani

She goes

red uniform, she goes

jeans and sweetness, she come

when, I don't know,

wrong, I think so.

Feelings are a daily matter

my emptiness is so empty,

void is so full, black is clear.

I will walk as i knew I had a red uniform 
at home, 
folded on sofa, waiting.

I will walk
proud, in love, no lonely
but alone.



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