The quiet may have been so very suffocating, but the silence was excruciatingly painful. There could be quiet breathing, quiet whispers, quiet talk, quiet footsteps; but silence... Silence had to mean that there was nothing left.
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
