owning is my only sin
all the possibilities
all the open gates
it lays there, widely
i hope to your presence
i earned it,
i deserved it, until..
the struggling
the striving
and the beauty
comes to an end
again
owning is my only sin
all the possible relationship
all the noticeable existences
the green grass on the yard
the smell of the thickened soap
all the comes and goes
all the loves and loss
owning is my only sin
i am aware
of the long waits
i am aware
of the uncertainty
i am swell
owning is my only sin
i would let go
i have to let go
cause owning is my last sin
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