Keep your words under the key,
weren't meant for me,
don't come to create a cruel world.
I've already stumbled on Heaven,
I've already evaded
from an unjust place,
where the only constant was suffering.
I'll never redeem
what was named unique,
then the corpses
of the flowers–feelings,
to watch them wither,
to be our fragments of our souls.
When all the hints are omitted,
it's better not to let the bruises
to deceive us.
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Fall's Games
Poesía✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
