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La Noche

by VictoriaRed

In quiet nights my grandma cries We talk of death and people’s eyes We miss our words, she sees a vein I ask her, but she’s not in pain

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Mar 21, 2024

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Tags: #grandmother #night #sleep #growing #time #age #grandma #abuela #spanish #evening

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