letto – insensitive

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a silent move that we make
when we awake
oh no…

my conscience
come and going come and go
a troubled mind and twisted hand
we use everytime this everytime…

all the sentimental feeling
that sometimes makes our heart burning
we surrender to a strong desire
ignorant to the needs of other
.. little whisper of little voices
that calls when we make desperate choices
are we that oblivious?
so insensitive

… so many choices to be made
so little time to decide
so little guilt on our side

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