looking for your trace
on streets on others
I find a bitter void
I find a face that's getting old
and things you didn't get through
and men you don't belong to

some wrinkles
as the sea's are
a jar
you didn't drink of
a love
you didn't think of

regards my friend from nowhere
and don't forget your lace
I look at you, you're not there
you're nothing but a face

and still
your presence somewhere
inside some easy stranger
reveal
my further vengeance
let useless - any prayer

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copyright Adela Setti