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Dec 2012
Look up,
there you are,
hair in curls fully wet.

Eyes are wide,
just how you are,
everytime you pass by,
you look.

Every emotion catches
a glimpse for me,
as if it will be all better.

Yet I see you always.
There won't be memories,
only silence as always.
Nattaly Montes de Oca
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