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And I am not in the mood to look at the moon. Show me the sun in the hours of its rise so my eyes will pay the price for letting the memory of you vanish from their dark irises; those which will burn along with the sun and will have a reason to cry while looking up to the sky.
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
The ethereal art of crying
And I am not in the mood to look at the moon. Show me the sun in the hours of its rise so my eyes will pay the price for letting the memory of you vanish from their dark irises; those which will burn along with the sun and will have a reason to cry while looking up to the sky.
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21/F/Salerno, Italy
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
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