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Dec 2015
The tears that I waste
is the tears that we create
And We have not met.
We crave for our fresh
but we have not met
We dream for a better sunset
but we have not met
A night on bed
But we have not met
A date on the lake
but we have not met
I do not know how it will end
But we have fornicated.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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