Can´t really tell
What is true
What it´s not
What passed through
What I miss a lot
Trying to distinguish truth from fiction
Seems like my only mission
Fell in a spell
Lacking scents to smell
With no wonder stories to tell
No sweet words to sell
I have drawn
I have written
Wishing for a taste of life less bitter
Been feeling all this
Imagining this miss
While living free
Underneath a passion fruit tree
Where there´s a table
That I want her to share with me
What is this?
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