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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-02-04 | [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en english] | The moon is sleepy still, his full face fading in the frosty night, but I can see he’s crying… his tears are falling into my heart does he know how I feel? I burnt your photo only yesterday and my soul was hanging like wet linen, heavy with sorrow and pain, missing your empty smile, your skin burning mine, your words like hollow snowflakes melting in the wind, Tonight I will bury your smell in the cemetery of my indifference, where it will hang in a dark corner like an old dress… the unwanted memory of who I once was and will never be again… Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007
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