Loneliness held my neck tight, leaving me breathless; as I ask myself, "When are you going to respond?"
I miss you.
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100 Tula Para Kay Sam
PoesíaCompilations of my old and new proses. Happy birthday, sweetie.
Prose #77
Loneliness held my neck tight, leaving me breathless; as I ask myself, "When are you going to respond?"
I miss you.
