Let your apology slip out from between your lips so softly that it lands on the other person's skin...like a rose... instead of letting it tumble down their feet...so heavy that it breaks the ground beneath them.
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Limitless Lady
PoesíaI'm tired, but I don't know how to be otherwise. I know no moderation. I'm a hurricane, and I know I'm raging. I'm a child, and I'm against ageing. I'm brutal and tender, and all the vast spaces in between. So erase the limits, my fr...
