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I’m in my bed and you’re not here and there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands. Forget what I said It’s not what I meant and I can’t take it back, I can’t unpack the baggage you left.

I’m in my bed and you’re not here and there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands. Forget what I said It’s not what I meant and I can’t take it back, I can’t unpack the baggage you left.

L'ultima cosa che vide, prima di uscire, furono gli occhi di lei fissi sui suoi, perfettamente muti.
Alessandro Baricco
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