Poema 199

Is it comfortable
The empty bed at night 
The space by your side 
The forgotten lullaby
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Is it pleasurable 
With someone other 
Without her colors
With taste of sorrow
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Is it happy
The nights at bars 
The girls without scars 
And home so far
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Is it worth it 
The never happening embrace 
The never showed fate
The never knowing the mistake