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Nov 2015
To miss you is
to see your face
in the light of intolerable yearning
and trace its outline
in the blind memory of my fingers
knowing, knowing
I will never see you.
On a day that pain is abundant, memories begin to escape.
Remembering his face becomes harder every day.
lluvia de abril
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lluvia de abril
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