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Igna V Aug 2019
During the gloom,
I thought I'd could see the sky blue.
I've spend the night with you,
dancing with the purest thought,
in our dark room.
I've kissed your lips,
like it was the last time;
and then, I'd opened my eyes,
to woke up in the middle of the starry night.

It wasn't real.
Igna V Aug 2019
Fragmentos desperdigados en medio de la confusión,
y falta de entendimiento que concluyó con la exasperación;
extenuantes jornadas de decepción,
más la soledad que hacía de su mente un ciclón.
Igna V Aug 2019
En la solitud de sus lamentos,
algo hacía eco:
Su corazón.
Igna V Dec 2018
It was deadly,
deadly sweet.

— The End —